Switches & Dracs Lyrics by Moneybagg Yo (feat. Lil Durk & EST Gee)
Yeah
Gang
(DJ Bandz)
I ain’t gone lie we in this bitch deep as hell
Switches & Dracs
Yeah
Man that shit I said about dude
I ain’t write that, they ain’t like that
Man them 7-6-2s
All to his face and he can’t fight that
N***** talking ’bout who they killed in here
Man where my pipe at?
Ain’t gone lie I’on need no cash it take
It take two Perc’s to get yo life snatched
I’ma gangsta
You can’t name a rapper from the other side ain’t died yet
I ain’t taking threats the man that killed ya mans ain’t died yet
Fore I take yo shit I can not argue with ’em bag back
Since you woofing like you killing grab yo gun and slide back
Been MIA I just got back
Jet from Dubai to Memphis 10
Lil & Cray Cray call them 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 eight
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 rapper from the other side ain’t died yet
I ain’t taking threats the man that killed ya mans ain’t died yet
Fore I take yo shit I can not argue with ’em bag back
Since you woofing like you killing grab yo gun and slide back
Gotti gave me 750 I ain’t get fresh
I went and bought straps
How much cash they got for G?
Tell em we gone triple that
Finessed a guru and told him I ain’t like it
He said send it back
All my brother’s cases dismissed
We got a lawyer n**** we don’t rat
Boy yo life don’t cost a vet
All that woofing on the net
Tell yo big brother he next
Trapped in Fentanyl out in Kat
My big bro told me chill and rap
I’m like fuck all that
N***** rumped they smoking till they lungs colapse
I turned my hood Iraq
Every nine we got got switches on it with a drum attached
Ask the last n**** tryna turn to a jet ain’t no outrunning that
Rap like killed Red what I do flew to the crib
And spin again, and spin again, and spin again it’s something dead