Swear to God

Epps on the track jose the Plug Cypress Lil' bitch, 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' bitch all up on my Scene doin' way too much But I really think this bitch 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 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 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 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 f*ck 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 f*ck her face though for real Lil' bitch, 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' bitch all up on my Scene doin' way too much But I really think this bitch 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