Doe Boy and Southside - I Swear

Yeah, uh (808 Mafia)
I swear (Doe Beezy)
I swear (Doe Beezy), I swear, I swear
I swear (gang-gang), I swear (sizzle, sizzle)
(I've got on, shit)
Let's go (you know what the fuck goin' on, bitch)
Fuck

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Pull up on 'em, leave a couple hundred shells there (brrt)
All my opps broke, they out here on welfare (ha)
Shoot this bitch up broad day shit, he don't care
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear (I swear, I swear)
One call and they gon' pull up over there (boom), with no care, ayy (boom-boom-boom)
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear (I swear, I swear)
We shoot at opps, we don't shoot in the air
I swear, I swear (oh really?)

He talk too much, please tell your mans slide (let's go, let's go)
Scorin' on the opps, we winnin' by a landslide (fools)
Flexin' all that fuckin' cash, that's gon' get your mans robbed (pussy)
Let you pray to Jesus, real demons pray to Band God (gang, gang, gang)
They be fakin' like we beefin' but they don't be outside
Shot him on the north of Cleveland, landed on the Southside (you think I'm playin'?)
I was Southside, up this pistol, bitch, open your mouth wide (boom, boom)
You don't shoot no extensions, you want attention, you a clout guy (fool)
Them boys keep on callin' my phone, they say don't spray no more (brrt)
Cross me, cut all your fingers off so you can't pray no more (oh really?)
Them gang members let them bangers blow (haha)
You said it's up it's stuck, say no more (brrt)
Pussy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Pull up on 'em, leave a couple hundred shells there (boom, boom)
All my opps broke, they out here on welfare (fool)
Shoot this bitch up broad day shit, he don't care
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear (I swear, I swear)
One call and they gon' pull up over there (skrrt), with no care, ayy (boom, boom-boom-boom)
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear (I swear, I swear)
We shoot at opps, we don't shoot in the air
I swear, I swear (oh really?)

On a court day, I would cap her but I'm nowhere near a capper
Play me, then I'm goin' back to jail, I'm not no rapper (nah, for real)
Rose Avenue, I'm stamped up, bitch, I'm a factor (know that)
I swear, I swear, I catch a opp in church, might shoot the pastor (goddamn)
Hundred thousand got these bitches wildin', she a dancer (goddamn)
Tryna make a movie for the gang, we a cast her (gang-gang)
Blame it on the liquor, if I was sober, I'd look past her (Doe Beezy)
Terrorize the city, they glad I moved to Atlanta
I swear, I swear, I swear I don't care (I don't)
Those shells gon' hit his face, not the air (grrah-rrah)
Pulled up on my strip, you know they killed them there (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
All these niggas pussies, soft as Build-A-Bear (oh really?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Pull up) pull up on 'em, leave a couple hundred shells there (boom, boom, boom)
(All my) all my opps broke, they out here on welfare (fool)
Shoot this bitch up broad day shit, he don't care (boom, boom-boom)
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear (I swear, I swear)
One call and they gon' pull up over there, with no care, ayy (grrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear (I swear, I swear)
We shoot at opps, we don't shoot in the air
I swear, I swear (oh really?)

Gang
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle
Doe Beezy

Written by:
Cotrell Dennard, Joshua Luellen

Publisher:
Lyrics © ARENA MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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