SWEAR TO GOD (feat. Battanah LIKA)
I swear to God that I'd be that nigga I supercharged that Jeep I'm wippin'
When you livin' large the cheese come with it,
I double parked that bitch got a mistress, swipe swipe
These bars got interest, like Mike Two, three, I'm pickin', type, type, fuck it
I fell in love with all these bitches
Who you be Mr.Mista, pop out, no mystery
I brought them rage that they can't tame, the rest be history
I feel like bane up out the cage, you can't do shit to me
Like, what's his name?
You've never met a man like Meta Being
Look at me, I'm built to win Bitch, I'm built to win
Know me, but you not my friend
And you niggas ain't my twin
I ain't got no problem breakin' bread, shit, makin' plans
Niggas act like bitches, that's why I don't have them fuckin' friends (Boom)
Open eyes, I got a picture, "SAY CHEEZZ", nigga
With this 30, xtended' on this bitch, I cheese, niggas
Swish, swish, switch, blinks, nigga, feel this
In the blitz, real shit, we got real Stix's
We gon' pull up on him, belt to ass
Cut his hands off, cause he steady stealin' shit
I know that that nigga ain't righteous, yeah, he been a bitch
He finna part the sea, got his wig split,
Pop em like a tab
Bitch, I'm gettin' cash with a hit
That's a parlay that we can split
Gon' get, bitch, banana split This 40 jam doin' with this ice pick
I came with the shits, yeah, I got my trueys on
Chillin' in the mansion, in the mix
Niggas bitches think I'm handsome
Play some hoes and some bitches handfuls That bitch, she throwin' tantrums
I'm a phantom, bitch, I'm Danny Phantom
Bitch, I'm goin' ghost
Niggas talkin' all that shit,
I know they do the most
He ain't talkin' all that shit, we shot his ass up off that porch
Gon' post it up, think this ass he caught a torch
Three projectiles hit his head, it's a pitchfork
These niggas talkin' all that shit, we don't eat no pork (cold shoulder)
These niggas ain't talkin' that shit, we whippin' the civic like fuck that Ford
Niggas ain't talkin' that shit
That nigga, he been a bitch
Nigga, you know we do it
It ain't sweet, invite the opps to a rave
Shoot
When you livin' large the cheese come with it,
I double parked that bitch got a mistress, swipe swipe
These bars got interest, like Mike Two, three, I'm pickin', type, type, fuck it
I fell in love with all these bitches
Who you be Mr.Mista, pop out, no mystery
I brought them rage that they can't tame, the rest be history
I feel like bane up out the cage, you can't do shit to me
Like, what's his name?
You've never met a man like Meta Being
Look at me, I'm built to win Bitch, I'm built to win
Know me, but you not my friend
And you niggas ain't my twin
I ain't got no problem breakin' bread, shit, makin' plans
Niggas act like bitches, that's why I don't have them fuckin' friends (Boom)
Open eyes, I got a picture, "SAY CHEEZZ", nigga
With this 30, xtended' on this bitch, I cheese, niggas
Swish, swish, switch, blinks, nigga, feel this
In the blitz, real shit, we got real Stix's
We gon' pull up on him, belt to ass
Cut his hands off, cause he steady stealin' shit
I know that that nigga ain't righteous, yeah, he been a bitch
He finna part the sea, got his wig split,
Pop em like a tab
Bitch, I'm gettin' cash with a hit
That's a parlay that we can split
Gon' get, bitch, banana split This 40 jam doin' with this ice pick
I came with the shits, yeah, I got my trueys on
Chillin' in the mansion, in the mix
Niggas bitches think I'm handsome
Play some hoes and some bitches handfuls That bitch, she throwin' tantrums
I'm a phantom, bitch, I'm Danny Phantom
Bitch, I'm goin' ghost
Niggas talkin' all that shit,
I know they do the most
He ain't talkin' all that shit, we shot his ass up off that porch
Gon' post it up, think this ass he caught a torch
Three projectiles hit his head, it's a pitchfork
These niggas talkin' all that shit, we don't eat no pork (cold shoulder)
These niggas ain't talkin' that shit, we whippin' the civic like fuck that Ford
Niggas ain't talkin' that shit
That nigga, he been a bitch
Nigga, you know we do it
It ain't sweet, invite the opps to a rave
Shoot
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Writer(s): Julian Williams
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