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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyTron
Vocals
Helluva
Programming
Icewear Vezzo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
Chivez Smith
Songwriter
James Johnson IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnathan Burt
Recording Engineer
Antt Beatz
Mixing Engineer
Helluva
Producer
Lyrics
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 (Bling)
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 (Phew), I need a parachute, I'm fly as fuck (Yoom)
Ha-ha, nah, for real, I'm in the sky with it
Life different (Phew), you can tell by how the ice hitting
Better keep your eye up on that hourglass, your time ticking
(Your 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 $hit Militia, we got more choppas than a army base
Drankhead, I'm chasing Akorn like the Ice Age (Like a squirrel)
Unky playing with that— tss, 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 (Phew)
Flying out the driveway, bitch, this a Urus
Quarter ticket on me, taking flicks, life picture perfect
Lift his body in the— uh, this shit get disturbing
Told him I'll make it to the top, shit, I been determined (Haha)
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 (Come here)
Pick him off, then talk shit like I'm Richard Sherman (Yeah)
I'ma get the first worm, I'm the early bird (Ooh)
Took his kit, he'll get it back the thirty-third (Haha)
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 (Bah)
Presi' on my left hand, 'bout a birdie plus
Huh, bitch, I'm richer than my opps, I ain't worried much (Rich)
Only time you niggas double up, pouring dirty up
(That's the only time)
Huh, stupid, that's a double cup (Yeah)
Thousand beans on the plane, I got bubble guts
Huh, fuck a bitch off the fame, I don't cuddle up (Ah)
I put purple diamonds in my chain, it's a one in one (Damn)
Ran them niggas out the club, this a money box (Pussy)
Better put that Glock up, I got a hunnid shots
Huh, rob him at his video, don't pull no money out (Rob him)
I just fucked a stripper named Rain, she got a thunder box
Spent two thousand on my hoodie, yeah, it's stack season (Rich)
Don't be capping in them songs, bitch, we whack cheaters
Yeah, lil' gang 'nem 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 (Bling)
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 (Phew), I need a parachute, I'm fly as fuck (Yoom)
Ha-ha, nah, for real, I'm in the sky with it
Life different (Phew), you can tell by how the ice hitting
Better keep your eye up on that hourglass, your time ticking
(Your time's up, buddy)
Writer(s): Martin Mccurtis, Chivez Smith, James Iv
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