Swear To God Lyrics by Tee Grizzley
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Pluto
I swear to God
Yeah
Fuck your album, shit ain’t slappin’ like my mixtape (Fuck your album)
I’m gettin’ Saudi Arabia money, servin’ oil-based (What’s happenin’?)
Rob a rapper and say my name, get his chain back (Pluto)
My bitch cheat on me, I find out, get her chain snatched (Woo)
Thousand grams on a Cuban, bought a few blocks (G7, one hundred)
Hustler of the century, ordered up a few drops (G7)
Park a Ferrari in the trenches, feel like 2Pac (Let’s get it, grr)
Bought a Patek for my bitch, she signed to Death Row (Let’s get it, Suge)
My bitch ain’t gon’ cheat unless it’s with a bitch we brought back home
I ain’t talkin’ clothes with crosses, we all pop out rockin’ Chrome
This money shit get blown, these bitches, get flown and sent back home
Drink ’bout this in level two Macon, we fuckin’ it up in Rome
All this shit I seen, got too much trauma, I need therapy
Glock 10 in my Pair of Thieves, these tennis chains a carat each
My lil’ bitch, she barely speak, just suck dick, can barely breathe
Swear to God, I barely beg, but, nigga, get off my dick please (Bitch)
We move like the mob (We on that)
That pressure get applied (At all times)
Niggas play, he dyin’ (What else?)
I swear to God (On me)
My’Eisha, she fine (That’s wifey)
Guess what else, she mine (Come on)
Two-fifty on the watch (What else?)
I ain’t never on time (Never)
Street nigga from the trenches, swear to God, I made millions (I did)
I went and made that, niggas gave you that, bitch nigga, it’s a difference (Be cool)
Niggas losin’, we winnin’, want smoke ’cause they in they feelings (Fuck ’em)
One call, I send ’em, swear to God, same night they spinnin’ (Boom)
Fuck your album, shit ain’t slappin’ like my mixtape (Fuck your album)
I’m gettin’ Saudi Arabia money, servin’ oil-based (What’s happenin’?)
Rob a rapper and say my name, get his chain back (Pluto)
My bitch cheat on me, I find out, get her chain snatched (Woo)
Thousand grams on a Cuban, bought a few blocks (One hundred)
Hustler of the century, ordered up a few drops
Park a Ferrari in the trenches, feel like 2Pac (Grr)
Bought a Patek for my bitch, she signed to Death Row (Suge)
My bitch cheat on me, I swear, I might just get her robbed
Niggas like us, fuck with us, Zone 6 the mob (Woo)
Get you cross-eyed in them trenches, nigga, I’m a God (Swear to God)
You ain’t steppin’ like my lil’ nigga, I swear to God (Swear to God)
KRISS Vec’s, thirty-five shots, swear to God (Swear)
Doggin’ hoes like I’m Michael, nigga, I swear to God (Michael Vick)
Billie Jean, diamonds dancin’ on me, swear to God (Swear)
Fettuccine on you, they tearin’ you up, swear to God (Swear to God)
Got a team full of shooters, nigga, I swear to God (God)
Ain’t gon’ calm these niggas down, man, I swear to God (Swear to God, woo)
I can’t turn down for nothin’, nigga, I swear to God (Turn up)
I’ma make a billion off finessin’, nigga, I swear to God (God)
Fuck your album, shit ain’t slappin’ like my mixtape (Fuck your album)
I’m gettin’ Saudi Arabia money, servin’ oil-based (What’s happenin’?)
Rob a rapper and say my name, get his chain back (Pluto)
My bitch cheat on me, I find out, get her chain snatched (Woo)
Thousand grams on a Cuban, bought a few blocks (One hundred)
Hustler of the century, ordered up a few drops
Park a Ferrari in the trenches, feel like 2Pac (Grr)
Bought a Patek for my bitch, she signed to Death Row (Suge)
