Pickin' Sides (Explicit) - Bankroll Freddie/Icewear Vezzo
Lyrics by:Chivez Smith/Freddie Gladney/Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr/Kameron Johnson
Composed by:Chivez Smith/Freddie Gladney/Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr/Kameron Johnson
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FOEVERROLLING
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What
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Bankroll
350 thousand on my neck alone
I don't know how
I'm the reason why the opps are quiet
Yeah
Yeah
'Cause we keep steppin' on 'em
'Cause we keep steppin' on 'em
70 thousand watch
Don't know the time
Yeah
Yeah
We must of set it wrong
Ay
What time it is
In the D with Vez
We pouring meds
No tellin' what we on
Woo
Heard my opp got shot
Woo
I'm out of town
Baow
They lucky it wasn't me
It wasn't me
N***as cross me once and I'ma make sure that ya'll get a tee
Get a tee
Know how you n***as bite my style
It's only one of me
Tryna copy swag
N***a
You a kid and you a child
Like you my son to me
Like you my lil' boy
Really rich
Ain't never ever gotta post a throwback
At all
Every ***** I had
They want me back
Look that's a big fact
Come here
N***a
I got bands for real
I'm really talkin' big racks
I'm talkin' racks
Ay
Tell my opps
Get even then
Little n***a get your lick back
You ***** a*s
Since you picking sides
You gon' get murdered with them n***as
Yeah
I put turbo on that glizzy
Baow
Baow
Stephen Curry this extensions
Curry
I don't hang with rappers
**** you heard
We in them trenches
You ain't never shot nobody
Yeah
Yeah
N***as virgins like these *****es
Ay
*****es
Yeah
D**e man
Turn a project ***** into a Prada baby
What
Rose gold
Richard Millie stainless
Cost a 1 80
I got some **** 'bout tall as my son
Hangin' out that Dracy
I ain't pullin' over for no Jakey
*****
You gotta chase me
Skrrt
Hm
Yeah
This straight A fast as ****
Yeah
I ain't pullin' over for nobody
Keke
Pass the stick
Hop up out that ride and walk up fast
It's like I had to piss
Slide to Cali
I ain't got no soldiers
Grab the bag and dip
Grab the bag and dip
Yeah
I let that magic tricks
**** the arguing
I'll leave yo' **** open like a bag of chips
Heard she married
Still don't give no ****s
I'll buy her a*s and tities
For real
You ain't hit nobody on that drill
I think you tried to miss
Since you picking sides
You gon' get murdered with them n***as
Yeah
I put turbo on that glizzy
Baow
Baow
Stephen Curry this extensions
Curry
I don't hang with rappers
**** you heard
We in them trenches
You ain't never shot nobody
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
N***as virgins like these *****es
Ay
*****es
Six figure n***a for my rap deal
Six figure n***a for my rap deal
I know millionaires really rich
Trap
But they still trap still
Trap
Million dollar n***a
But no cap
I still get packs still
I still get packs still
Send 'em on a plane or on the road
All in that vacc' seal