Pick a Side / Talk Cash

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Pick a Side / Talk Cash

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[Part I] [Hook] You pick your side, I'll pick my side (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My niggas ride, you niggas die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You pick your side, I'll pick my side (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My niggas ride, you niggas die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You pick your side, I'll pick my side (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My niggas ride, you niggas die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You pick your side, I'll pick my side (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My niggas ride, you niggas die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] Aim the Glock, niggas run in spraying shots Leg shots, my niggas aiming up Watch cost thirty, nigga that's a box We're gonna kill you then put you in a box Shove twenty-five shells in the mop In the kitchen I be scraping out the pot Coke's soft, imma turn it into rock I get excited anytime I get the drop They're just rappers bro, Snap Capone's a killer FaceTime with my daughter cause I miss her Keep the MAC on me, turn you Mac Miller Me and Gus, 4AM still serving dinner Pick a side nigga look me in my eyes Double life anytime I grip the nine Fuck a gym, I'll let my index exercise Pull up skrrt and then feed a nigga five [Hook] You pick your side, I'll pick my side (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My niggas ride, you niggas die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You pick your side, I'll pick my side (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My niggas ride, you niggas die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You pick your side, I'll pick my side (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My niggas ride, you niggas die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You pick your side, I'll pick my side (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My niggas ride, you niggas die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] We go to war, I'll put the teeth in the four Your bitch is a whore, I put my dick in her jaw I'm rocking in Loubs, hightops these ain't Air Force Just bought a new whip, clutch the exhaust They know my name, I rap what I live I send a hit, I'll get your whole team dismissed Bitch I'm shining, diamonds yellow like piss I'll pull up with Reekz and Stygz, that's hella sticks New gun two-tone Funeral, move home Two chromes, clap-clap, two domes Fat shell, sumo New watch too cold Buss case, loophole Whip whip, new Golf Two phones Trap line ringtone Brown girl, T-bone Splash splash, jetski, Sneakbo Switch phone Buss a rhyme, flipmode Coke, Glock, pitbull, crystal Switch tools, pistol OT, Bristol Wrist froze Switch flows Switch hoes Snap Capone official A MAC and a missile [Hook] You pick your side, I'll pick my side (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My niggas ride, you niggas die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You pick your side, I'll pick my side (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My niggas ride, you niggas die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You pick your side, I'll pick my side (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My niggas ride, you niggas die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You pick your side, I'll pick my side (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My niggas ride, you niggas die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Part II] [Hook] I talk that cash, I am so flash Pull up G-Wagon skrrt, hop in the back Clutching the gat, her bum is so fat Plain Presi thirty racks, swag turned to the max I talk that cash, I am so flash Pull up G-Wagon skrrt, hop in the back Clutching the gat, her bum is so fat Plain Presi thirty racks, swag turned to the max [Verse] Free the guys in the Marsh CPS dropped the charge All-gold YSL, all-gold Audemars Mayfair sexy fish, red coup devilish Trap boy hella bricks, £50K heavy wrist Take your bitch to STK Niggas singing Ella Mai Beat a brick, MMA Chanel kicks, copped the lace Dior shirt cotton B Turn one into three Nigga I'm what you wanna be I get it for the cheap G-Wagon, get the special edition Flying bricks our expedition Hella pictures, no exhibition Two-twenty for an X in Brixton Free my guys, just reminiscing Food bills, no penicillin £100K, not a penny missing Talk tough then it's heavy spitting [Hook] I talk that cash, I am so flash Pull up G-Wagon skrrt, hop in the back Clutching the gat, her bum is so fat Plain Presi thirty racks, swag turned to the max I talk that cash, I am so flash Pull up G-Wagon skrrt, hop in the back Clutching the gat, her bum is so fat Plain Presi thirty racks, swag turned to the max

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