sidebyside lyrics

[Intro]
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[Pre-Chorus: akkiro]
(Fhew, huh, go) Know that they talking about me (Huh)
I get to the bag, I'm making a band, but you still not making deposits
Like, come get yo' ho, I know she my fan but she cannot walk in my closet
Like, all of my pants legit, takin' yo' zip and I'm flippin' that b*tch, I

[Chorus: akkiro]
Money come in by 50s n' 10s, b*tch, I'ma get that advance
I know some people don't want me to win, so I'ma still play in defense
I'm wit' my brodie, we countin' sh*t up, I'm taking whatever gon' land
I got like too much bags on me, but I'ma still flip 'em again (Yeah)
That boy is a peon, walk in the club, like, "What we on?"
Talking my sh*t, I don't see ya, not on the timing that we on
That boy is a peon, walk in the club, like, "What we on?"
Talking my sh*t, I don't see ya, not on the timing that we on

[Verse 1: 1crusafix]
(Yuh) I got two shoes and they mismatch
In my DM, blow yo' b*tch back
In a penthouse, b*tch, I stay blessed
And I smoke dope, I don't do stress
Blockin' that b*tch that want a lil' wedding ring
She wan' call my phone, I'ma let it ring
I do not claim none of this energy
I'm the top with my dudes and they next to me, yuh
Breaking the Xannies, I want it in two
I'm on the top floor and I love the view
Texting yo' b*tch and she tell me I'm cute
Mixin' the henny wit' motherf*ckin' juice
I want the jacket, just tell me the cost
f*cking the police, I don't f*ck wit' opps
Call up my bro and he's sending them shots
Remember the days I would sleep on a cot
Now I got up and I got me some guap
Deep in the trap, I was just tryna plot
Strap on my side, yeah, I'm keeping a Glock
He tryna talk and his ass getting popped
[Verse 2: akkiro]
(He tryna) He tryna talk and his ass getting popped
Only serve zips, I ain't serving rocks
He tryna be like me, but brodie should know he cannot be someone he not
Get to the bag, b*tch, you know I run it
Too drugged up, b*tch, I'm on that tonic
Saying they hate me, well too bad, 'cause I'm still on top I'm about it

[Chorus: akkiro]
Money come in by 50s n' 10s, b*tch, I'ma get that advance
I know some people don't want me to win, so I'ma still play in defense
I'm wit' my brodie, we countin' sh*t up, I'm taking whatever gon' land
I got like too much bags on me, but I'ma still flip 'em again (Yeah)
That boy is a peon, walk in the club, like, "What we on?"
Talking my sh*t, I don't see ya, not on the timing that we on
That boy is a peon, walk in the club, like, "What we on?"
Talking my sh*t, I don't see ya, not on the timing that we on