Switches & Dracs (feat. Lil Durk & EST Gee)

Yeah, gang
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Ain't gon' lie, we on this bitch geeked as hell
Switches and Dracs
Yeah
Man, that shit I said 'bout dude
Ain't write that, they ain't like that
Man, them 7.62s all to his face and he can't fight that
Niggas talkin' 'bout who they killed
In here, psh, man, where my pipe at?
Ain't gon' lie, I don't need no cash
It take two Percs to get your life snatched, I'm a gangsta

You can't name a from the other side ain't died yet
I ain't takin' threats, the man that killed your mans ain't died yet
Foenem take your shit, I cannot argue with 'еm, bag back
Since you woofin' like you killin', grab your gun and slide back
Been MIA, I just got back, jеt from Dubai to Memphis Tenn'
Lil A cray-cray, call him Beyblade, pull the string and watch 'em spin
Ain't no comin' back from shit, I'm not the type to make amends
Penthouse suite or TSA, the only place I'm checkin' in
Didn't get you here but got your
Man, I heard they pulled a triple spin
Let's celebrate and crack a eighth, I'm on that Wock' with Trip again
I'm still stuck on what you said, what the fuck you mean you scared?
Since they can't keep me off their
Mind, I'm tryna put one in their head
First it was our beef, now you talking 'bout it's my beef
They playin' both sides, lil' bro keep them folks from 'round me
ATL, been hittin' the block, like every day, tryna sweep somethin'
OTF, stand on their business, I let Zoo put on my budget
You can't name a from the other side ain't died yet
I ain't takin' threats, the man that killed your mans ain't died yet
Foe'nem take your shit, I cannot argue with 'em, bag back
Since you woofin' like you killin', grab your gun and slide back

Gotti gave me seven-fifty, I ain't get fresh, I went and bought straps
How much cash they got for Gee? Tell 'em, "We gon' triple that"
Finesse the bro and told 'em
"I ain't like it," he said, "Send it back"
All my brothers' case dismissed, we got a lawyer, nigga, we don't rat
Boy, your life gon' cost a 'Vette, all that woofin' on the 'net
Tell your big brother, "He next," trappin' fentanyl out a Cat
My big bro had told me, "Chill and rap", I'm like, "Fuck all that"
Niggas want that smoke until their
Lungs collapsed, I turn my hood Iraq
Hurry now, we got-got switches on it with a drum attached
SLS, nigga, try turn to a jet, ain't no outrunnin' that
Rep like they killed Red, what I do? Flew to the crib
And spin again and spin again and spin again 'til somethin' dead

The richest shooter, can't forget that gangster shit, I brought it back
And know them two niggas that did me seen the hospital 'bout that
I really fill shit up with hollows, none of my shots indirect
Creepin' through my block a death trap, ain't no slidin' through Willett
While they tryna make it known we opps, I'm tryna find out where they at
I up and blam, 30 gon' blam, if I say soak them, shit get wet
And everybody with me got switches like they born with bad legs (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
I push up lonely at your house, make niggas move out and get scared (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)