Swear to God Lyrics Tee Grizzley
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Pluto
I swear to God
Yeah
*** your album, *** ain’t slappin’ like my mixtape (*** 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 *** 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 ***, sh_ signed to Death Row (Let’s g_t it, Suge)
My *** ain’t gon’ cheat unless it’s with a *** we brought back home
I ain’t talkin’ clothes with crosses, we all pop out rockin’ Chrome
This money *** get blown, these ***, they get flown and sent back home
Drink ’bout this in level two Macon, we ***’ it up in Rome
All this *** I seen, got too much trauma, I need therapy
Glock 10 in my Pair of Thieves, these tennis chains a carat each
My lil’ ***, she barely speak, just suck ***, can barely breathe
Swear to God, I barely beg, but, ***, get off my *** please (***)
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 *** from the trenches, swear to God, I made millions (I did)
I went and made that, niggas gave you that, *** ***, it’s a difference (Be cool)
Niggas losin’, we winnin’, want smoke ’cause they in they feelings (*** ’em)
One call, I send ’em, swear to God, same night they spinnin’ (Boom)
*** your album, *** ain’t slappin’ like my mixtape (*** 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 *** 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 ***, she signed to Death Row (Suge)
My *** cheat on me, I swear, I might just get her robbed
Niggas like us, *** with us, Zone 6 the mob (Woo)
Get you cross-eyed in them trenches, ***, I’m a God (Swear to God)
You ain’t steppin’ like my lil’ ***, I swear to God (Swear to God)
KRISS Vec’s, thirty-five shots, swear to God (Swear)
Doggin’ hoes like I’m Michael, ***, 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, ***, 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’, ***, I swear to God (Turn up)
I’ma make a billion off finessin’, ***, I swear to God (God)
*** your album, *** ain’t slappin’ like my mixtape (*** 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 *** 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 ***, she signed to Death Row (Suge)