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pickin' sides - bankroll freddie & icewear vezzo lyrics

[intro: bankroll freddie]
yeah
(foeverrolling)
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah (what?), yeah, yeah (bankroll)

[verse 1: bankroll freddie]
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*ggas cross me once and i’ma make sure that ya’ll get a tee (get a tee)
know how you n*ggas bite my style, it’s only one of me (tryna copy swag)
n*gga, 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 b*tch i had, they want me back, look that’s a big fact (come here)
n*gga, i got bands for real, i’m really talkin’ big racks (i’m talkin’ racks)
ay, tell my opps, “get even then”, little n*gga get your l!ck back
you b*tch ass
[chorus: icewear vezzo]
since you picking sides, you gon’ get murdered with them n*ggas (yeah)
i put turbo on that glizzy (baow, baow), stephen curry this extensions (curry)
i don’t hang with rappers, f*ck you heard
we in them trenches, you ain’t never shot n0body (yeah, yeah)
n*ggas virgins like these b*tches (ay, b*tches)

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
yeah, dope man
turn a project b*tch into a prada baby (what?)
rose gold, richard millie stainless, cost a 1.80
i got some sh*t ’bout tall as my son, hangin’ out that dracy
i ain’t pullin’ over for no jakey, b*tch, you gotta chase me (skrrt)
hm, yeah, this straight a fast as sh*t (yeah)
i ain’t pullin’ over for n0body, “keke, pass the stick”
hop up out that ride and walk up fast, it’s like i had to p*ss
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
f*ck the arguing, i’ll leave yo’ sh*t open like a bag of chips
heard she married, still don’t give no f*cks, i’ll buy her ass and tities (for real)
you ain’t hit n0body on that drill, i think you tried to miss

[chorus: icewear vezzo & bankroll freddie]
since you picking sides, you gon’ get murdered with them n*ggas (yeah)
i put turbo on that glizzy (baow, baow), stephen curry this extensions (curry)
i don’t hang with rappers, f*ck you heard
we in them trenches, you ain’t never shot n0body (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
n*ggas virgins like these b*tches (ay, b*tches)
[outro: bankroll freddie]
six figure n*gga for my rap deal (six figure n*gga for my rap deal)
i know millionaires really rich (trap), but they still trap still (trap)
million dollar n*gga, 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

- bankroll freddie icewear vezzo lyrics

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