swear to god

Going through my bands, I swear, I swear, I swear to God

I can't tell the even from the odd, it's getting hard

Looking at the stars, I take the ceiling off my car

One that's making fun of me, they drive a push to start

C-C-C-C-C-Cuff your chick

It's the gang

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I been tryna get out of the picture

I heard you mad because my pockets getting bigger (yeah)

And you can't stick to the scripture (ha)

But I guess that we can't all be winners

I'll-I'll bring a bag home before dinner (yeah)

If they're watching then I swear I'm not a sinner

Bitch I'm not a babysitter

I can't listen to these kids

You complain about my voice

So we gon' put him in the mix

And they up in my DMs 'cause they ain't heard no shit like this

Before, I guess they want some more

I'm tryna have a chat

To the people that be copying, you can't run away with that

I, I can't double back

Say that I might get you

But it's not like that

What you do in seven days

I'ma do in twenty-four

Hours in a fucking day

I can't waste that many more

If you hear a fucking noise

Know we knocking down your door

Yeah I'm tryna see some brains

(Spreaded all around the floor)

And I heard you like to talk about some shit that didn't happen

Y-Y-You say you love action, but you're really passive

Yeah, not good at math, but know a lot about subtraction

I'm the one that's adding though-ough today

Going through my bands, I swear, I swear, I swear to God

I can't tell the even from the odd, it's getting hard

Looking at the stars, I take the ceiling off my car

One that's making fun of me, they drive a push to start

Go-Go-Going through my bands, I swear, I swear, I swear to God

I can't tell the even from the odd, it's getting hard

Looking at the stars, I take the ceiling off my car

One that's making fun of me, they drive a push to start

(Yeah)

Had to turn it up (Okay, go)

Walk-in with my family in the club

No we don't give a fuck (yuh)

We're too busy getting money up

And they tryna fuck it up

I know lots of people that be tryna fuck it up

I don't want your love

Hop up on the stage and they all go nuts

Tryna see it

I'm just tryna see it

I'm just tryna see you

Make sure that we're even

Got a lot up on my mind

Want you to see it

Double text me every time

Swear to God y'all geekin'

Okay, like, go, go, go, go

I don't wanna take no photos

I'm wearing chrome to the face though

I'm taking four, four, four, fours

Talking that shit, know he gon' miss

I hit up Saks, bitch I'm with Lei

Going out sad, go out sad for a bitch

Can't go out sad, walk with a stick

Okay yeah

I could never lack right now

Do it all to leave this town

I keep walking upside down

Eyes on me when you're around

Because I can't tell the difference between fake and real

If you tryna fuck me up, you lose your appeal

Bro, don't tell me how to feel

Tell apart the fake from you