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

Yeah

Gang

DJ Bandz

I ain't gon' lie we in this bitch deep as hell

Switches and Dracs

Yeah

Man that shit I said about dude

I ain't write that, they ain't like that

Man them 7.62s

All to his face and he can't fight that

**** talking 'bout who they killed in here

Man, where my pipe at?

Ain't gon' lie I'on need no cash

It take two Perc's to get yo' life snatched

I'ma gangsta

You can't name a **** from the other side ain't died yet

I ain't taking threats, the man that killed ya mans ain't died yet

Fo' and them take your shit, I cannot argue with 'em, back-back

Since you woofing like you killing, grab yo' gun and slide back

Been MIA, I just got back, jet from Dubai to Memphis Tenn'

Lil A cray-cray, call him "BeyBlade", pull a string and watch 'em spin

Ain't no coming back from shit, I'm not the type to make amends

Penthouse Suite or TSA the only place I'm checking in

Didn't get you yet but got yo' 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 they mind, I'm tryna put one in they head

First it was our beef

Now you talking 'bout it's my beef

They playing both sides

Lil' bro keep them folks from around me

ATF, been hitting the block like everyday tryna sweep something

OTF, stand on that bidness, I let Zoo put on my button

You can't name a **** from the other side ain't died yet

I ain't taking threats, the man that killed yo' mans ain't died yet

Fo' and them take your shit, I cannot argue with 'em, back-back

Since you woofing like you killing, grab yo' 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

Finessed a grower and told him I ain't like it, he said send it back

All my brother's cases dismissed, we got a lawyer, ****, we don't rat

Boy yo' life don't cost a vet, all that woofing on the net

Tell yo' big brother he next, trappin' Fentanyl out a 'Cat

My big bro had told me chill and rap, I'm like fuck all that

**** want that smoking until they lungs collapse, I turned my hood Iraq

Every nine we got got switches on it with a drum attached

Ask the last **** tryna turn to a jet, ain't no outrunnin' that

Rap like killed Red, what I do? Flew to the crib

And spin again, and spin again, and spin again till something dead