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

Yeah, gang (DJ Bandz) 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 7.62s all to his face and he can't fight that Niggas talkin' 'bout who they killed in here, 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 Fo'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 Zu 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 Fo'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 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', fittin', don't know how to cap 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