Swear to God lyrics

[Intro: Future & Tee Grizzley]
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Pluto (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I swear to God
Yeah

[Chorus: Future & Tee Grizzley]
f*ck your album, sh*t ain't slappin' like my mixtape (f*ck 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 b*tch 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 b*tch, shе signed to Death Row (Let's gеt it, Suge)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
My b*tch ain't gon' cheat unless it's with a b*tch we brought back home (Sheesh)
I ain't talkin' clothes with crosses, we all pop out rockin' Chrome (Sheesh)
This money sh*t get blown, these b*tches, they get flown and sent back home (Sheesh)
Drink 'bout this in level two Macon, we f*ckin' it up in Rome (Woo)
All this sh*t I seen, got too much trauma, I need therapy
Glock 10 in my Pair of Thieves, these tennis chains a carat each
My lil' b*tch, she barely speak, just suck di*k, can barely breathe
Swear to God, I barely beg, but, n*gga, get off my di*k please (b*tch)
We move like the mob (We on that)
That pressure get applied (At all times)
n*gga 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 n*gga from the trenches, swear to God, I made millions (I did)
I went and made that, n*ggas gave you that, b*tch n*gga, it's a difference (Be cool)
n*ggas losin', we winnin', want smoke 'cause they in they feelings (f*ck 'em)
One call, I send 'em, swear to God, same night, they spinnin' (Boom)
[Chorus: Future]
f*ck your album, sh*t ain't slappin' like my mixtape (f*ck 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 b*tch 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 b*tch, she signed to Death Row (Suge)

[Verse 2: Future & Tee Grizzley]
My b*tch cheat on me, I swear, I might just get her robbed (Yeah)
n*ggas like us, f*ck with us, Zone 6 the mob (Woo)
Get you cross-eyed in them trenches, n*gga, I'm a god (Swear to God)
You ain't steppin' like my lil' n*gga, I swear to God (Swear to God)
KRISS Vec's, thirty-five shots, swear to God (Swear)
Doggin' hoes like I'm Michael, n*gga, 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, n*gga, I swear to God (God)
Ain't gon' calm these n*ggas down, man, I swear to God (Swear to God, woo)
I can't turn down for nothin', n*gga, I swear to God (Turn up)
I'ma make a billion off finessin', n*gga, I swear to God (God)

[Chorus: Future]
f*ck your album, sh*t ain't slappin' like my mixtape (f*ck 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 b*tch 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 b*tch, she signed to Death Row (Suge)