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Can You Swim?
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BabyTron
Featuring(s) : Icewear Vezzo
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[Intro: BabyTron] You out here burning bridges, can you swim though? You out here burning bridges, can you swim though? You out here burning bridges, can you swim though? (Helluva made this beat, baby) [Verse 1: BabyTron] You out here burning bridges, can you swim though? (I hope so) I ain't tucking shit, I got my kit on Get the bag in and dissapear, I feel like Bilbo Score however, throw a touchdown or kick a field goal I heard you still broke Shit, I need a parachute, I'm fly as fuck Ha-ha, nah, for real, I'm in the sky with it Life different, you can tell by how the ice hitting Better keep yo eye up on that hourglass, yo time ticking (yo time's up buddy) Scoring champ, I went and thrеw some sixty pointers in the Cartiеrs I just spent an hour in here wrestling with these RtAs Dog Shit Militia, we got more choppas than a army base Drankhead, I'm chasing acorn like the Ice Age Unky playing with that, turned it light beige It can be money, can be time, they say crime pays Wax in the Backwood, I'm living life the high way Flying out the driveway, bitch, this a Urus Quarter ticket on me, taking flicks, life picture perfect Lift his body in the, this shit get disturbing Told him I'll make it to the top, shit, I been determined Watch it lock into a rock when I get to stirring Hit his block, pah-pah, then we get to 'urking Leg on the bed, hit a bitch, she gon' get to squirming Pick him off then talk shit like I'm Richard Sherman I'ma get the first worm, I'm the early bird Took his kit, he'll get it back the thirty-third Five of Quagen, brodie faced it, he got slurry words Glocky got a blue Perky in it, let the thirty jerk [Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo] Yeah F&N hold a thirty, got Curry tucked Presi' on my left hand but a birdie plus Bitch, I'm richer than my opps, I ain't worried much Only time you niggas double up, pouring dirty up Huh, stupid, that's a double cup Thousand beans on the plane, I got bubble guts Huh, fuck a bitch off the fame, I don't cuddle up I put purple diamonds in my chain, this a one in one Ran them niggas out the club, this a money box Better put that Glock up, I got a hunnid shots Rob him at his video, don't pull no money out I just fucked a stripper named "Rain", she got a thunder box Spent two thousand on my hoodie, yeah, it's stack season Don't be capping in them songs, bitch, we whack cheaters Yeah, lil' gang, they some demons, yeah, they jack people Spin around in that Chally, got the 'Cat screaming [Outro: Icewear Vezzo & BabyTron] Drank God You out here burning bridges, can you swim though? I hope so I ain't tucking shit, I got my kit on Get the bag in and dissapear, I feel like Bilbo Score however, throw a touchdown or kick a field goal I heard you still broke Shit, I need a parachute, I'm fly as fuck Ha-ha, nah, for real, I'm in the sky with it Life different, you can tell by how the ice hitting Better keep yo eye up on that hourglass, yo time ticking Yo time's up, buddy
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