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

Yeah, gang (DJ Bandz, oh, man)

Ain't gon' lie, we in this bitch deep as hell

Switches and Dracs, yeah

Man, that shit I said 'bout 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

**** talkin' 'bout who they killed in here, tsk, 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 rapper from the other side ain't die yet

I ain't takin' threats, the man that killed your mans ain't die yet

Foenem take your shit, I cannot argue with 'em, back back

Since you woofin' like you killin', grab your gun and slide back

Been MIA, I just got back, jet 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 keep me on they mind, I'm tryna put one in they head

First it was our beef, now you hollerin' 'bout it's my beef

They playin' both sides, lil' bro keep them folks from 'round me

ATF been hittin' the block like every day tryna sweep somethin'

OTF stand on their business, I let Zoo put on my buttons

You can't name a rapper from the other side ain't die yet

I ain't takin' threats, the man that killed your mans ain't die yet

Foenem take your shit, I cannot argue with 'em, back 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"

Finessed the grower, told 'em, "I ain't like it," he said, "Send it back"

All my brothers' case dismissed, we got a lawyer, ****, we don't rat

Boy, your life don't 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"

**** want that smoke until their lungs collapsed, I turn my hood Iraq

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

Ask the last **** tried 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 **** 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 **** move out and get scared (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)