Switches & Dracs

Uh, uh

Switch and Drac, I heard he got that, so we need all of those

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, bro, we get all opposed

16, 17, 18, 19, 20, man, I get all the hos

All in my DMs, like Tupac aboard a rim

Ksubi jeans, double G up on my feet, I pop out trim

My bitch got some ass, ain't over thick, but shorty low-key slim

This ain't this and that, can't treat me like no goofy, I ain't him

Itchin' to blow you, reachin' for this chain, then you gon' lose a limb

Say I'm fat, and they ain't gotta tell me, boo, 'cause I know that I'm that

And that gangsta, they ain't tryin' to kill, just talkin' shit on that

Man, this **** gay, said he blowin' up my phone, but ain't get back

Yeah, we really with it, we had lost Trey Young, but two got whacked

I bounced out the back, on my Rambo shit, I blow two straps

Ready to clap a ****, please don't get confused, 'cause let's go rap

Call E-Moda, walk shit down, tap the switch, I love that sound

Yeah, I fuck with Drench, when we out here slidin', we really tryna make some drown

Got the Zod, we got the OG too, just call R for the pounds

Go OT, she said the Dre has do it the best, so come get pound

Out here tappin' shit, really clappin' shit, this ain't no flex

We been ridin' Strikas, hop up in that big boy TRX

Move on to the next, hos mad, I feel like famous Dex

I ain't tryin' to kick it, bitch don't call my phone if it ain't sex

A stands for active, B stands for bounce out

Once we see a opp, then it's C, it's a clap out

Tapped him on his head, just like D, he should've ducked

Dumped the Glock to his own E, and just like F, we left him fucked

Double G, bitch, I got Gucci, when I pop out, leave him stuck

H for hop out, told a bro to run him down and come through cuts

That my favorite letter, why is that? 'Cause they know I'm that ****

Don up on they block

So just like J, we jump out takin' pictures, **** (rra)