swear to god

[Intro] Going through my bands, I swear, I swear, I swear to God I can't tell the even from the odd, it's gettin' hard Lookin' at the stars, I take the ceiling off my car One that's makin' fun of me, they drive a push to start (C-c-c-c-c-cuff your chick) (It's the gang) (Yeah, yeah) (Pl-Pl-Plugg) (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] I been tryna get out of the picture I heard you mad, because my pockets getting bigger (Yeah) And it 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 watchin', 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 copyin', 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 (Ho-ho-holy shit) I'ma do in twenty-four (Pl-plugg) hours in a fuckin' day I can't waste time any more If we hear a fuckin' noise, then we knockin' 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 [Chorus] Going through my bands, I swear, I swear, I swear to God I can't tell the even from the odd, it's gettin' hard Lookin' at the stars, I take the ceiling off my car One that's makin' 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 gettin' hard Lookin' at the stars, I take the ceiling off my car One that's makin' fun of me, they drive a push to start [Bridge] (Yeah, baby) Had to turn it up (Okay, go) Walk in with my family in the club No, we don't give a fuck (Yeah) We're too busy gettin' money up And they're 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 [Verse 2] 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, I 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 wearin' Chrome to the face, though I'm takin' four, four, four, fours Talkin' that shit, know he gon' miss I hit up Saks, bitch, I'm with Lei Goin' out sad, go out sad for a bitch Can't go out sad, walk with a stick (Okay, yeah) [Outro] I could never lack right now Do it all to leave this town I keep walkin' 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