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

Switches & Dracs

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)