Pickin’ Sides Bankroll Freddie & Icewear Vezzo

[Intro: Bankroll Freddie]
Yeah
(FOEVERROLLING)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (What?), yeah, yeah (Bankroll)

[Verse 1: Bankroll Freddie]
Three-hundred fifty 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)
Seventy thousand watch, don't know the time (Yeah, yeah), we must of set it wrong (Ayy, don't what time it is)
In the D with Vez', we pourin' 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)
Niggas cross me once and I'ma make sure that y'all get a tee (Get a tee)
Know how you niggas bite my style, it's only one of me (Tryna copy swag)
Nigga, 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 bitch I had, they want me back, look, that's some big fact (Come here)
Nigga, I got bands for real, I'm really talkin' big racks (I'm talkin' racks)
Ayy, tell my opps, "Get even", then, little nigga get your lick back
You bitch ass

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Since you picking sides, you gon' get murdered with them niggas (Yeah)
I put turbo on that glizzy (Baow, baow), Stephen Curry this extensions (Curry)
I don't hang with rappers, fuck you heard, we in them trenches
You ain't never shot nobody (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas virgins like these bitches (Ayy, bitches)