Switches & Dracs (Certified Edition Bonus Track)

(album: Shiesty Season - 2021)

[Lil Durk:]
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 7.62s all to his face and he can't fight that
Niggas talking 'bout who they killed in here, tsk, 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 die yet
I ain't taking threats, the man that killed your mans ain't die yet
Foenem take your shit, I cannot argue with 'em, back back
Since you woofing like you killing, grab your gun and slide back

[Moneybagg Yo:]
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 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 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 on their mind, I'm tryna put one in their head
First it was our beef, now you hollering 'bout it's my beef
They playing both sides, lil' bro keep them folks from 'round me
ATF been hitting the block like every day tryna sweep something
OTF stand on their business, I let Zoo put on my buttons

[Lil Durk:]
You can't name a rapper from the other side ain't die yet
I ain't taking threats, the man that killed your mans ain't die yet
Foenem take your shit, I cannot argue with 'em, back back
Since you woofing like you killing, grab your gun and slide back

[EST Gee:]
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"
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 woofing on the 'net
Tell your big brother he next, trapping 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 tried turn to a jet, ain't no outrunning that
Rep like they killed Red, what I do? Flew to the crib
And spin again and spin again and spin again 'til something dead

[Pooh Shiesty:]
The richest shooter, can't forget that gangster shit, I brought it back
And know them two niggas that did me seen the hospital 'bout that
I really fill shit up with hollows, none of my shots indirect
Creeping through my block a death trap, ain't no sliding through Willett
While they tryna make it known we opps, I'm tryna find out where they at
I up and blam, 30 gon' blam, if I say soak them, shit get wet
And everybody with me got switches like they born with bad legs (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
I push up lonely at your house, make niggas move out and get scared (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)