"Switches & Dracs" lyrics
Frr
Uh, uh
Switch and Drac', I heard he got that, so we need all of those (Let me get that)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, boy, we got all the poles (Dave, this one crazy, frr)
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, man, I got all the hoes
All in my DMs (DM), like 2Pac, Above The Rim (Above The Rim)
Ksubi jeans, double G up on my feet, I pop out trim (I pop out trim)
My bitch got some ass, ain't overthick, but shorty low-key slim
This ain't this and that, can't treat me like no goofy, I ain't him (None of that)
Itchin' to blow, you reachin' from this chain, then you gon' lose a limb
Say I'm fine, ain't gotta tell me, boo, 'cause I know that I'm that (Yeah, I'm him)
Internet gangster, they ain't tryna kill, just talkin' shit on 'net (Cap)
Man, this nigga gay, steady blowin' up my phone, but ain't get back (But ain't get back)
Yeah, we really with, we had lost Trey Young, but two got whacked (But two got whacked)
I bounce out the back, on my Rambo shit, I blow two straps (Frr)
Ready to clap a nigga, please don't get confused 'cause Lil Scoom rap
Call Emo to walk shit down (Walk), tap the switch, I love that sound (Frr)
Yeah, I fuck with Drench and we out here slidin', we really tryna make somethin' drown
Got the za, we got the OG too, just call Art for the pounds
Go OT, she said the dread heads do it the best, so come get pound
Out here tappin' shit (Tap), really clappin' shit, this ain't no flex
We been ridin' strikers, hop up in that big-boy TRX (Skrrt)
Move on to the next, hoes mad, I feel like Famous Dex
I ain't tryna kick it, bitch, don't call my phone if it ain't sex, uh (If it ain't sex)
A stands for active (Active), B stand for bounce out (Bounce out)
Once we see an opp, then it's C, it's a clap-out (Clap-out)
Tapped him on his head, just like D, he should've ducked (He should've ducked)
Jump the Glock 'til it's on E and just like F, we left him fucked (We left him fucked)
Double G, bitch, I got Gucci, when I pop out, leave 'em stuck (I leave 'em stuck)
H for hop out, told lil' bro to run 'em down and come through cuts (Go through that cut)
I my favorite letter, "Why is that?" 'Cause they know I'm that nigga (Yeah, I'm that nigga)
Down up on they block, so just like J, we jump out takin' pictures, nigga (Grrah)
Uh, uh
Switch and Drac', I heard he got that, so we need all of those (Let me get that)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, boy, we got all the poles (Dave, this one crazy, frr)
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, man, I got all the hoes
All in my DMs (DM), like 2Pac, Above The Rim (Above The Rim)
Ksubi jeans, double G up on my feet, I pop out trim (I pop out trim)
My bitch got some ass, ain't overthick, but shorty low-key slim
This ain't this and that, can't treat me like no goofy, I ain't him (None of that)
Itchin' to blow, you reachin' from this chain, then you gon' lose a limb
Say I'm fine, ain't gotta tell me, boo, 'cause I know that I'm that (Yeah, I'm him)
Internet gangster, they ain't tryna kill, just talkin' shit on 'net (Cap)
Man, this nigga gay, steady blowin' up my phone, but ain't get back (But ain't get back)
Yeah, we really with, we had lost Trey Young, but two got whacked (But two got whacked)
I bounce out the back, on my Rambo shit, I blow two straps (Frr)
Ready to clap a nigga, please don't get confused 'cause Lil Scoom rap
Call Emo to walk shit down (Walk), tap the switch, I love that sound (Frr)
Yeah, I fuck with Drench and we out here slidin', we really tryna make somethin' drown
Got the za, we got the OG too, just call Art for the pounds
Go OT, she said the dread heads do it the best, so come get pound
Out here tappin' shit (Tap), really clappin' shit, this ain't no flex
We been ridin' strikers, hop up in that big-boy TRX (Skrrt)
Move on to the next, hoes mad, I feel like Famous Dex
I ain't tryna kick it, bitch, don't call my phone if it ain't sex, uh (If it ain't sex)
A stands for active (Active), B stand for bounce out (Bounce out)
Once we see an opp, then it's C, it's a clap-out (Clap-out)
Tapped him on his head, just like D, he should've ducked (He should've ducked)
Jump the Glock 'til it's on E and just like F, we left him fucked (We left him fucked)
Double G, bitch, I got Gucci, when I pop out, leave 'em stuck (I leave 'em stuck)
H for hop out, told lil' bro to run 'em down and come through cuts (Go through that cut)
I my favorite letter, "Why is that?" 'Cause they know I'm that nigga (Yeah, I'm that nigga)
Down up on they block, so just like J, we jump out takin' pictures, nigga (Grrah)
