Swimming with Dolphins (feat. Kenny Muney, Big Moochie Grape and Goldmouf)
I'ma start this one off with Paper Route
(This Cashout on the beat)
We gon' do this one for Dolph
Fam (Goon)
Ralo
Kenny Muney (Yeah), don't you ask these hoes for any money (Nope)
If Big Moochie go back to jail
We gonna send him somethin' (Yeah, on Grape)
If Jay Fizzle go kill an opp, we gotta give him somethin'
Why the fuck Ralo in black?
That nigga been through somethin', huh
I got Eddie with me (White boy)
If I kill one of these fuck niggas
He won't tell the business (Nope)
I know white boys can't jump (No)
But I bet his ass I dunk (It can)
I don't wanna see the opps (Why?)
Unless I see 'em in the trunk (Yeah)
I don't wanna see an opp, nigga, unless he in a blunt (Yeah)
I just pulled up on Ralo, it's three Maybachs in the front (Yeah)
They play with one of mines
It ain't no question, we gon' hunt (On God)
I got Flippa on my pendant, this Paper Route shit weight a ton
Blue diamonds, blue money, nigga, I miss breakfast, dinner or lunch
I ain't gotta sell a song, before a show, I sold some Runtz (Trap)
This bitch want me to buy her a bag
She gotta take these bags and run (Let's go)
I ain't nothin' like them rappers over there
I trap and play with guns, yeah
I don't trap and play with guns (No)
I just chop and play with tons (Yeah)
Niggas say they want some smoke (Smoke)
We gon' capture niggas lungs
Man, I put that on my moms and I put that on my dad
I'm the one that always had (Yeah)
Gave these fuck niggas a pass
Don't play with me, I was calm and beat your ass like 101
I'm the one, I ain't never dogs wrecked a but the one
I don't run
Every nigga 'round this bitch that hang with me gotta have a gun
Ain't no niggas hot as us, we competing with the sun (Yeah)
We gon' do this shit for Dolph
I swear to God, we can't go soft (No)
We the biggest shit we know (We is)
This shit ain't never gon' payoff (No)
Everything I ever did, I did this shit for us and them
The day I'll ever be a ho, I'ma go and kill the pimp (I am)
I can't go bad 'bout no ho, nah
Big Moochie never been no simp (No simp)
I was broke, I ran it up
Now everybody like, "Look at him" (Look at him)
And if a nigga play with gang
We got choppers that take off limbs (Grrah, bah)
And my killer keep his mask on
Give a fuck if he go on film (Bah, bah, bah)
Long live Dolph, we take you off and
We ballin' hard 'bove the rim (Long live Dolph)
And I'm pushin' plenty weight
But I never went to no gym (Pushin' weight)
And I'm havin' on that water
These not ruby's or no gems (Ice, ice)
Fuck, we got her just like Whitney
Copped a Maybach, did a mend (Skrrt)
Goldmouf from the death block (Yeah)
I ain't never had to punch a clock (Nah)
Never had to work a nine-to-five (Nah)
Came up movin' 'bows and pods (Pods)
Came in swervin' with the Paper Route (Skrrt)
I ain't never had to chase the clout
Break a brick down, an O (O)
I'm just tryna get my load (Load)
Free all of them real niggas
All my niggas servin' life sentences (For life)
I just copped a whole 'bow watch
Put some blue and white ice in it
Young rollin' my twin on (Yeah)
We don't fuck with no fake niggas (Nah)
Take them lames to the skating ring (Why?)
Tell the pussy niggas, "Skate, nigga" (Skate)
Haha
(This Cashout on the beat)
We gon' do this one for Dolph
Fam (Goon)
Ralo
Kenny Muney (Yeah), don't you ask these hoes for any money (Nope)
If Big Moochie go back to jail
We gonna send him somethin' (Yeah, on Grape)
If Jay Fizzle go kill an opp, we gotta give him somethin'
Why the fuck Ralo in black?
That nigga been through somethin', huh
I got Eddie with me (White boy)
If I kill one of these fuck niggas
He won't tell the business (Nope)
I know white boys can't jump (No)
But I bet his ass I dunk (It can)
I don't wanna see the opps (Why?)
Unless I see 'em in the trunk (Yeah)
I don't wanna see an opp, nigga, unless he in a blunt (Yeah)
I just pulled up on Ralo, it's three Maybachs in the front (Yeah)
They play with one of mines
It ain't no question, we gon' hunt (On God)
I got Flippa on my pendant, this Paper Route shit weight a ton
Blue diamonds, blue money, nigga, I miss breakfast, dinner or lunch
I ain't gotta sell a song, before a show, I sold some Runtz (Trap)
This bitch want me to buy her a bag
She gotta take these bags and run (Let's go)
I ain't nothin' like them rappers over there
I trap and play with guns, yeah
I don't trap and play with guns (No)
I just chop and play with tons (Yeah)
Niggas say they want some smoke (Smoke)
We gon' capture niggas lungs
Man, I put that on my moms and I put that on my dad
I'm the one that always had (Yeah)
Gave these fuck niggas a pass
Don't play with me, I was calm and beat your ass like 101
I'm the one, I ain't never dogs wrecked a but the one
I don't run
Every nigga 'round this bitch that hang with me gotta have a gun
Ain't no niggas hot as us, we competing with the sun (Yeah)
We gon' do this shit for Dolph
I swear to God, we can't go soft (No)
We the biggest shit we know (We is)
This shit ain't never gon' payoff (No)
Everything I ever did, I did this shit for us and them
The day I'll ever be a ho, I'ma go and kill the pimp (I am)
I can't go bad 'bout no ho, nah
Big Moochie never been no simp (No simp)
I was broke, I ran it up
Now everybody like, "Look at him" (Look at him)
And if a nigga play with gang
We got choppers that take off limbs (Grrah, bah)
And my killer keep his mask on
Give a fuck if he go on film (Bah, bah, bah)
Long live Dolph, we take you off and
We ballin' hard 'bove the rim (Long live Dolph)
And I'm pushin' plenty weight
But I never went to no gym (Pushin' weight)
And I'm havin' on that water
These not ruby's or no gems (Ice, ice)
Fuck, we got her just like Whitney
Copped a Maybach, did a mend (Skrrt)
Goldmouf from the death block (Yeah)
I ain't never had to punch a clock (Nah)
Never had to work a nine-to-five (Nah)
Came up movin' 'bows and pods (Pods)
Came in swervin' with the Paper Route (Skrrt)
I ain't never had to chase the clout
Break a brick down, an O (O)
I'm just tryna get my load (Load)
Free all of them real niggas
All my niggas servin' life sentences (For life)
I just copped a whole 'bow watch
Put some blue and white ice in it
Young rollin' my twin on (Yeah)
We don't fuck with no fake niggas (Nah)
Take them lames to the skating ring (Why?)
Tell the pussy niggas, "Skate, nigga" (Skate)
Haha
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Writer(s): Terrell Davis, Timothy Blake Miller
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