(Hook – WHEW)
I fell deep in that water, I know how to swim
The tide keep pullin’ me in
I laced up my shoe, I stay ten toes
Ain’t nobody wanna let me in
Now I’m ballin’ on these n****s, above the rim
New jewelry cost me a 10
Money fly by like it’s wind
Blue hunnits, bank roll thin
Thousand-dollar shoes when I kick it
I’m the catch, bitch, why would I miss it (yeahh)
Bitch you sound just ‘bout dumb as you look
I been servin’ more bowls than a cook
I ain’t doin’ this shit for a look
You can’t find this story in a book
(Verse 1 – WHEW)
Fo’ hundred years, yeah n****, I won’t fold
Right hand to God, I’mma stick to the code
I like to wrap Givinchy ‘round my toes
I like to scrape the extras out the bowl
I likе to hit like two hoes in a row
I got me somе money, now every hoe go
Two, two, three diamond back came with a scope
Watch how I turn a jackboy to a ghost (yeahh yeahh)
Remember walkin’ on thin rope
Summertime, 35 hundred on a coat
My bitch like to argue back with Instagram quotes
Remember back when I was fucked up before
I went straight through the roof when they backed in a load
No tint, I’mma ride fishbowl
My shooter ride with me in a big body
Flip a n**** tour bus, boy we tote big rockets
Chop a n**** block down like Mr. Miyagi
I ain’t have nothin’, glad to say that I got it
Get high as the sky but my diamonds ain’t cloudy
And these n****s some snakes, I don’t want them around me
Smile in your face but they really be frownin’
When to skin Waffi and now your boy shinin’
It took me some time now I’m drownin’
(Hook – WHEW)
I fell deep in that water, I know how to swim
The tide keep pullin’ me in
I laced up my shoe, I stay ten toes
Ain’t nobody wanna let me in
Now I’m ballin’ on these n****s, above the rim
New jewelry cost me a 10
Money fly by like it’s wind
Blue hunnits, bank roll thin
Thousand-dollar shoes when I kick it
I’m the catch, bitch, why would I miss it (yeahh)
Bitch you sound just ‘bout dumb as you look
I been servin’ more bowls than a cook
I ain’t doin’ this shit for a look
You can’t find this story in a book
(Verse 2 – Bally Baby)
Remember a few years ago I was just broke
They pass me the ball and I ran up the score
These racks that I got on me ain’t from no show
These n****s know I’m the one gave the hood hope
Jumped in the streets but I could’ve went pro
Now I’m in route, finna go 44
These n****s got a thirty and don’t even wanna tote it
We po’ an 8 up, and make us a toast (yeahh yeahh)
I made a ten like ten times in a row
VVS diamonds make these hoes approach
But I was still baggin’ these hoes way before
Sit back roll exotic, ain’t runnin’ from smoke
Don’t question my n***** they ridin’ for sure
Here to blow a bag and drop off a load
Call the plug, back then he’ll drop off a load
We was young n****s stuffing them racks in Girbaud’s
Zone 6 n****s been gettin’ money
Shooter do Lipo, he tuckin’ the tummy
Sippin’ on syrup, them n****s jabronis
Ain’t run from no hoe shit, we pushin’ up on it
I know how to swim so I jumped in the deep end
Real street n**** I came out the cement
Talkin’ in pretense, these n****s pretend
Glock got no safety, ain’t playin’ no defense
(Hook – WHEW)
I fell deep in that water, I know how to swim
The tide keep pullin’ me in
I laced up my shoe, I stay ten toes
Ain’t nobody wanna let me in
Now I’m ballin’ on these n****s, above the rim
New jewelry cost me a 10
Money fly by like it’s wind
Blue hunnits, bank roll thin
Thousand-dollar shoes when I kick it
I’m the catch, bitch, why would I miss it (yeahh)
Bitch you sound just ‘bout dumb as you look
I been servin’ more bowls than a cook
I ain’t doin’ this shit for a look
You can’t find this story in a book
