Swear to God lyrics

[Intro]
Epps on the track
Jose the Plug
Cypress

[Chorus: Beno]
Lil' b*tch, shut the f*ck 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 f*ck"
Lil' b*tch all up on my scene doin' way too much
But I really think this b*tch wanna f*ck
Trappin', yeah, for some months
I really ran it up, 'bout a hundred plus
I really ran it up, 'bout two hundred plus

[Verse 1: GT, Drego & Beno]
I really ran it up f*ckin' with the plug
Pour another four, you don't drink enough
We just popped another seal, we just wakin' up
b*tch, I swear to God, I’m rich as f*ck
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' f*ck 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 b*tch, "Do you love me, Kiki?"
Movin' sh*t so fast, you should've seen me
I double back on the bag, should've seen the repeat
These n*ggas waverunnin', f*ckin' up my Yeezys
This b*tch, she want some smoke, I ain't talkin' RiRi
[Verse 2: OhGeesy]
BJ's in the PJ's
Used to run that sh*t up on the freeway
Now I run that sh*t 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
b*tch, 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 b*tch and the yayo
Used to send and receive through the mail

[Verse 3: Fenix Flexin]
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 f*ck a b*tch mean, tryna say no?
When I just put that b*tch 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' n*ggas halos, I'm in and out his main ho
She thicker than some Karo, but I'm tryna f*ck her face though
For real
[Chorus: Beno]
Lil' b*tch, shut the f*ck 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 f*ck"
Lil' b*tch all up on my scene doin' way too much
But I really think this b*tch wanna f*ck
Trappin', yeah, for some months
I really ran it up, 'bout a hundred plus
I really ran it up, 'bout two hundred plus