Swear to God Lyrics – Tee Grizzley

[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]
Fu*k your album, s*it ain’t slapping like my mixtape (Fu*k your album)
I’m getting Saudi Arabia money, serving oil-based (What’s happening?)
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, she signed to Death Row (Let’s get 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 talking clothes with crosses, we all pop out rocking Chrome (Sheesh)
This money s*it get blown, these b!tches, they get flown and sent back home (Sheesh)
Drink ’bout this in level two Macon, we fu*king it up in Rome
All this s*it 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 d!ck, can barely breathe
Swear to God, I barely beg, but, n!gga, get off my d!ck please (B!tch)
We move like the mob (We on that)
That pressure get applied (At all times)
N!gga play, he dying (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 losing, we winning, want smoke ’cause they in they feelings (Fu*k ’em)
One call, I send ’em, swear to God, same night, they spinning (Boom)
[Chorus: Future]
Fu*k your album, s*it ain’t slapping like my mixtape (Fu*k your album)
I’m getting Saudi Arabia money, serving oil-based (What’s happening?)
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, fu*k 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 stepping like my lil’ n!gga, I swear to God (Swear to God)
KRISS Vec’s, thirty-five shots, swear to God (Swear)
Dogging hoes like I’m Michael, n!gga, I swear to God (Michael Vick)
Billie Jean, diamonds dancing on me, swear to God (Swear)
Fettuccine on you, they tearing 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 nothing, n!gga, I swear to God (Turn up)
I’ma make a billion off finessing, n!gga, I swear to God (God)

[Chorus: Future]
Fu*k your album, s*it ain’t slapping like my mixtape (Fu*k your album)
I’m getting Saudi Arabia money, serving oil-based (What’s happening?)
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)

The [Intro[ of “Swear to God” sets the scene with producer Wheezy’s signature tag, indicating his role in the creation of the track. Future’s ad-libs and Tee Grizzley’s declaration of “I swear to God” inject a sense of urgency and conviction right from the start. These elements combine to establish a tone of confidence and certainty that pervades the rest of the song.

Moving to the [Chorus[, Tee Grizzley wastes no time in asserting his dominance and superiority, particularly over other artists’ albums. His blunt dismissal of their work in favor of his own mixtape reflects a confidence bordering on arrogance. By invoking the imagery of “Saudi Arabia money” and “oil-based,” he not only boasts about his wealth but also implies that his success is of a different caliber, rooted in a more potent and lucrative source.

The chorus also introduces themes of criminality and violence, as Tee Grizzley boasts about robbing other rappers for their chains. This not only highlights his disregard for authority but also reinforces his status as a streetwise hustler unafraid to take what he wants. The juxtaposition of luxury purchases like Cuban chains and Ferraris with illicit activities adds layers to his persona, painting him as both a symbol of wealth and a figure of controversy.

[Verse 1[ delves deeper into Tee Grizzley’s psyche, revealing a character shaped by his environment and experiences. His references to trauma and the need for therapy hint at a darker undercurrent beneath his outward bravado. Yet, even in the face of adversity, Tee Grizzley exudes confidence, whether boasting about his expensive jewelry or his ability to command respect in the streets.

The verse also touches on themes of loyalty and betrayal, as Tee Grizzley navigates the treacherous waters of relationships and street life. Despite the risks and challenges he faces, he remains steadfast in his pursuit of success, unapologetically embracing his street origins while striving for more.

[Verse 2[ builds upon these themes, with Future and Tee Grizzley trading bars that reinforce their status as streetwise hustlers. They speak of loyalty, violence, and ambition, painting a vivid picture of life in the trenches. References to iconic figures like Michael Vick and Billie Jean add layers of cultural resonance, further solidifying their place within the pantheon of street legends.

Through it all, the final [Chorus[ serves as a rallying cry, reaffirming Tee Grizzley’s status as a self-made mogul unbound by conventional rules or expectations. His repeated boasts about his wealth, power, and influence serve as a reminder of his resilience and determination to succeed, no matter the cost.