Swear Down ft. Atari Stackhouse

Keep my joint right there to the side of me I can trust that who yeah my shooter, my fool, my bro gon' ride for me

Let it all foe foe Either you pack mags or get packed out Even hood bitches stay trapped out

Take a quick sec, nigga, rep your set aight back to life, throw the bags out

After light, come alive at night Sunrise, I can crash now

Thank God for my power sight Summer fallin', all the ass out

We out here for real, on gawd , on gawd Ownin the moment it's yours, he reach, I reach

On point, on point, on gawd Never forget what you swore

Nah, keep my joint right there to the side of me I can trust that hoe

Yeah my shooter, my fool, my bro gon' ride for me Let it all foe foe

Talk that talk to my kin anywhere, anytime I swear he go, I go