Beno, Drego, G.T., Shoreline Mafia - Swear to God lyrics

Epps on the track jose the Plug
Cypress

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

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

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 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

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