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

Yeah, gang

(DJ Bandz, oh, man)

Ain't gon' lie, we on this bitch geeked as hell

Switches and Dracs

Yeah

Man, that shit I said 'bout dude, 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, m-th, 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 -- 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 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 can't keep me off 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, been hittin' the block, like every day, tryna sweep somethin'

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

You can't name a -- 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 seven-fifty, I ain't get fresh, I went 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 gon' 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

Hurry now, we got-got switches on it with a drum attached

SLS, nigga, try 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