Can You Swim?

(アルバム： Bin Reaper 3: Old Testament - 2022)

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)

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 threw some sixty pointers in the Cartiers
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

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

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