Moneybagg Yo, Lil Durk, EST Gee - Switches & Dracs lyrics

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 762s all to his face
And he can't fight that
Niggas talkin' 'bout who they killed
In here, 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 from the
Other side ain't died yet
I ain't takin' threats
The man that killed your mans ain't died yet
Foenem take your shit, I
Cannot argue with 'em, buy it back
Sincе you woofin' like you killin'
Grab your gun and slide back

Been MIA, I just got back
Jet from Dubai to Mеmphis 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
ATF, been hittin' the block, like every day
Tryna sweep somethin'
OTF, stand on their business
I let Zoo put on my buttons

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, 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 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, 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