Pick a Side / Talk Cash by Snap Capone
Pick a Side / Talk Cash by Snap Capone

Pick a Side / Talk Cash

Snap Capone * Track #8 On Return of the Shooter 2

Pick a Side / Talk Cash Lyrics

[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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