Switches & Dracs - Moneybagg Yo, Lil Durk, Est Gee

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 to him, 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 rapper 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

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

Look, ayy CrayCray call 'em 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 and 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 out 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, beatin' the block, like every day, tryna sweep somethin'

OTF stayin' on their business, I let all pn my button

You can’t name a rapper 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 sevent-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' fit

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

Hurry now, we got, got switches on it with the drums attached

SLS nigga try turnin' to a jet, they know I’m runnin' that

Rap like they can read what I do

Flew to the crip and spin again and spin again and spin again

'Til somethin' dead ('Til somethin' dead)