Swear to God

[Intro]
Epps on the track
Jose the Plug
Cypress

[Chorus: Beno]
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

[Verse 1: GT, Drego & Beno]
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

[Verse 2: OhGeesy]
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

[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 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

[Chorus: Beno]
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