Swear To God - Drego, Beno, SHORELINE MAFIA

Epps on the track

Jose the Plug

Cypress

Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up

I swear to God, I swear to God, you talk too much

And you can’t come around 'cause you don’t make enough

Lil' baby, yeah, I can’t make this up

She like, «Lil' boy, I swear you fake as fuck»

Lil' bitch all up on my scene doin' way too much

But I really think this bitch wanna fuck

Trappin', yeah, for some months

I really ran it up, 'bout a hundred plus

I really ran it up, 'bout two hundred plus

I really ran it up fuckin' with the plug

Pour another four, you don’t drink enough

We just popped another seal, we just wakin' up

Bitch, I swear to God, I’m rich as fuck

I swear to God, I swear to God, the bag just touched

You got a stash of pearls, ooh, you havin', huh?

I seen the whole group, you the baddest one

He gon' fuck you up if he catch you creepin'

Hold on, we ain’t gon' smoke 'til we get past Cleveland

Took her out that BB, put her in that GG

I just asked a bitch, «Do you love me, Kiki?»

Movin' shit so fast, you should’ve seen me

I double back on the bag, should’ve seen the repeat

These niggas waverunnin', fuckin' up my Yeezys

This bitch, she want some smoke, I ain’t talkin' RiRi

BJ’s in the PJ’s

Used to run that shit up on the freeway

Now I run that shit up in like each state

And you know I mix the Quali' with the peach taste

I was just up in Philly like a cheesesteak

And I love thick hoes that get freaky

Bitch, I lay low like I’m Drego

I’m in the D, so I poured it in a Faygo

Used to get it out the bitch and the yayo

Used to send and receive through the mail

I done really ran it up off that digiscale

And we be with whatever, if you couldn’t tell

I just poured a pint of red and made another sale

I’ma kill it from behind, I give lil' shawty hell

What the fuck a bitch mean, tryna say no?

When I just put that bitch up on the payroll

I been gettin' to this money, not no play dough

Any problem, then we hoppin' out with Dracos

We bustin' your tomatoes, I hit him with the Karo

We givin' niggas halos, I’m in and out his main ho

She thicker than some Karo, but I’m tryna fuck her face though

For real

Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up

I swear to God, I swear to God, you talk too much

And you can’t come around 'cause you don’t make enough

Lil' baby, yeah, I can’t make this up

She like, «Lil' boy, I swear you fake as fuck»

Lil' bitch all up on my scene doin' way too much

But I really think this bitch wanna fuck

Trappin', yeah, for some months

I really ran it up, 'bout a hundred plus

I really ran it up, 'bout two hundred plus