Switchy & My Dunks

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Certified Trapper] I'm hungry, I ain't caught a hat in months Turtle pie up in the fuckin' 'Wood, I add some Runtz Walk a nigga down, switchy and my dunks Blew a fuckin' gram of boy, had him stuck Lil' bitch bone her pussy at me, had to fuck Threw a Perc 30 back, ain't no liquor in my cup Steppin' on the dog, turn a cat to a pup It's some Dior runners, had to turn these hoes to Chucks All I hang around killers, nigga only did some months Blowin' all ninety-three, this shit fuckin' up my lungs All these auto seers keep fuckin' up my guns Full metal jackets, bitch fuckin' up my drum [Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] That money stackin' to the ceiling, it hit different Police come, we gotta go, you know we pulled up with them switches I'm from the trenches to real slums where niggas died, this shit get wicked Used to be good and then he filed out just like Sheed did on the Pistons, yeah It's just me and Certi, we in big body, the Benz one (We in Benz) I fuck bitches and they friends, nigga, and some This paper comin' in too fast, I think the feds comin' Man, every time I close my eyes, all I can see is money You play with me, my dog gon' take off like a rocket Ten milli', I know you see it on me, it's in my hoodie pocket 2024, we trappin', 20-2012, was robbin' (Yeah) 24/7, 365, we've been slidin' [Verse 3: Certified Trapper] How cuddy clap your motherfuckin' ears together TeeJaee tweakin', put a tray up in a Dr. Pepper Need a chiropractor too, bitch, but I can stretch it Where the fuck you think goin'? I bet I can catch you Plugged on that— bitch, I can bless you Spend money on your lawyer so they can't arrest you Mask with the boy so it can't molest you Fresh out the butter, pullin' up fresh too