Switches & Dracs
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
Niggas 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
Foe'nem take your shit, I cannot argue with 'em, buy it 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 (go)
Ain't no comin' back from shit, I'm not the type to make amends (no)
Penthouse suite or TSA the only place I'm checkin' in
Didn't get you yet 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 (fye)
I'm still stuck on what you said, what the fuck you mean you scared? (Huh?)
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 that 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
Foe'nem take your shit, I cannot argue with 'em, buy it 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, nigga, 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"
Niggas 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 nigga tried turn to a jet, ain't no outrunnin' that
Rep like they killed Red, what I do? Flew to the crib (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
And spin again and spin again and spin again 'til somethin' dead (ayy)
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)