Swear to God (feat. Future) - Sped Up
Let's go
I swear to God
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Pluto (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I swear to God
Yeah
Fuck your album, shit ain't slappin' like my mixtape (fuck your album)
I'm gettin' Saudi Arabia money, servin' oil-based (what's happenin'?)
Rob a rapper and say my name, get his chain back (Pluto)
My bitch cheat on me, I find out, get her chain snatched (woo)
Thousand grams on a Cuban, bought a few blocks (G7)
Hustler of the century, ordered up a few drops (G7)
Park a Ferrari in the trenches, feel like 2Pac (let's get it, grr)
Bought a Patek for my bitch, she signed to Death Row (let's get it, Suge)
My bitch ain't gon' cheat unless it's with a bitch we brought back home (sheesh)
I ain't talkin' clothes with crosses, we all pop out rockin' Chrome (sheesh)
This money shit get blown, these bitches, they get flown and sent back home (sheesh)
Drink 'bout this in level two Macon, we fuckin' it up in Rome (woo)
All this shit I seen, got too much trauma, I need therapy
Glock ten in my Pair of Thieves, these tennis chains a carat each
My lil' bitch, she barely speak, just suck dick, can barely breathe
Swear to God, I barely beg, but, nigga, get off my dick please (bitch)
We move like the mob (we on that)
That pressure get applied (at all times)
Nigga play, he dyin' (what else?)
I swear to God (on me)
My'Eisha, she fine (that's wifey)
Guess what else, she mine (come on)
250 on the watch (what else?) I ain't never on time (never)
Street nigga from the trenches, swear to God, I made millions (I did)
I went and made that, niggas gave you that, bitch nigga, it's a difference (be cool)
Niggas losin', we winnin', want smoke 'cause they in they feelings (fuck 'em)
One call, I send 'em, swear to God, same night, they spinnin' (boom)
Fuck your album, shit ain't slappin' like my mixtape (fuck your album)
I'm gettin' Saudi Arabia money, servin' oil-based (what's happenin'?)
Rob a rapper and say my name, get his chain back (Pluto)
My bitch cheat on me, I find out, get her chain snatched (woo)
Thousand grams on a Cuban, bought a few blocks (one hunnid)
Hustler of the century, ordered up a few drops
Park a Ferrari in the trenches, feel like 2Pac (grr)
Bought a Patek for my bitch, she signed to Death Row (Suge)
My bitch cheat on me, I swear, I might just get her robbed (yeah)
Niggas like us, fuck with us, Zone 6 the mob (woo)
Get you cross-eyed in 'em trenches, nigga, I'm a God (swear to God)
You ain't steppin' like my lil' nigga, I swear to God (swear to God)
KRISS Vec's, 35 shots, swear to God (swear)
Doggin' hos like I'm Michael, nigga, I swear to God (Michael Vick)
Billie Jean, diamonds dancin' on me, swear to God (swear)
Fettuccine on you, they tearin' you up, swear to God (swear to God)
Got a team full of shooters, nigga, I swear to God (God)
Ain't gon' calm these niggas down, man, I swear to God (swear to God, woo)
I can't turn down for nothin', nigga, I swear to God (turn up)
I'ma make a billion off finessin', nigga, I swear to God (God)
Fuck your album, shit ain't slappin' like my mixtape (fuck your album)
I'm gettin' Saudi Arabia money, servin' oil-based (what's happenin'?)
Rob a rapper and say my name, get his chain back (Pluto)
My bitch cheat on me, I find out, get her chain snatched (woo)
Thousand grams on a Cuban, bought a few blocks (one hunnid)
Hustler of the century, ordered up a few drops
Park a Ferrari in the trenches, feel like 2Pac (grr)
Bought a Patek for my bitch, she signed to Death Row
I swear to God
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Pluto (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I swear to God
Yeah
Fuck your album, shit ain't slappin' like my mixtape (fuck your album)
I'm gettin' Saudi Arabia money, servin' oil-based (what's happenin'?)
Rob a rapper and say my name, get his chain back (Pluto)
My bitch cheat on me, I find out, get her chain snatched (woo)
Thousand grams on a Cuban, bought a few blocks (G7)
Hustler of the century, ordered up a few drops (G7)
Park a Ferrari in the trenches, feel like 2Pac (let's get it, grr)
Bought a Patek for my bitch, she signed to Death Row (let's get it, Suge)
My bitch ain't gon' cheat unless it's with a bitch we brought back home (sheesh)
I ain't talkin' clothes with crosses, we all pop out rockin' Chrome (sheesh)
This money shit get blown, these bitches, they get flown and sent back home (sheesh)
Drink 'bout this in level two Macon, we fuckin' it up in Rome (woo)
All this shit I seen, got too much trauma, I need therapy
Glock ten in my Pair of Thieves, these tennis chains a carat each
My lil' bitch, she barely speak, just suck dick, can barely breathe
Swear to God, I barely beg, but, nigga, get off my dick please (bitch)
We move like the mob (we on that)
That pressure get applied (at all times)
Nigga play, he dyin' (what else?)
I swear to God (on me)
My'Eisha, she fine (that's wifey)
Guess what else, she mine (come on)
250 on the watch (what else?) I ain't never on time (never)
Street nigga from the trenches, swear to God, I made millions (I did)
I went and made that, niggas gave you that, bitch nigga, it's a difference (be cool)
Niggas losin', we winnin', want smoke 'cause they in they feelings (fuck 'em)
One call, I send 'em, swear to God, same night, they spinnin' (boom)
Fuck your album, shit ain't slappin' like my mixtape (fuck your album)
I'm gettin' Saudi Arabia money, servin' oil-based (what's happenin'?)
Rob a rapper and say my name, get his chain back (Pluto)
My bitch cheat on me, I find out, get her chain snatched (woo)
Thousand grams on a Cuban, bought a few blocks (one hunnid)
Hustler of the century, ordered up a few drops
Park a Ferrari in the trenches, feel like 2Pac (grr)
Bought a Patek for my bitch, she signed to Death Row (Suge)
My bitch cheat on me, I swear, I might just get her robbed (yeah)
Niggas like us, fuck with us, Zone 6 the mob (woo)
Get you cross-eyed in 'em trenches, nigga, I'm a God (swear to God)
You ain't steppin' like my lil' nigga, I swear to God (swear to God)
KRISS Vec's, 35 shots, swear to God (swear)
Doggin' hos like I'm Michael, nigga, I swear to God (Michael Vick)
Billie Jean, diamonds dancin' on me, swear to God (swear)
Fettuccine on you, they tearin' you up, swear to God (swear to God)
Got a team full of shooters, nigga, I swear to God (God)
Ain't gon' calm these niggas down, man, I swear to God (swear to God, woo)
I can't turn down for nothin', nigga, I swear to God (turn up)
I'ma make a billion off finessin', nigga, I swear to God (God)
Fuck your album, shit ain't slappin' like my mixtape (fuck your album)
I'm gettin' Saudi Arabia money, servin' oil-based (what's happenin'?)
Rob a rapper and say my name, get his chain back (Pluto)
My bitch cheat on me, I find out, get her chain snatched (woo)
Thousand grams on a Cuban, bought a few blocks (one hunnid)
Hustler of the century, ordered up a few drops
Park a Ferrari in the trenches, feel like 2Pac (grr)
Bought a Patek for my bitch, she signed to Death Row
Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Terry Sanchez Wallace, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Lucas Depante
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