Switches Dump

Lyrics

[Intro: Mac Critter] (Oh, that's Mj) Yeah The menace, the menace (Mj on the beat, man) AR-15 with the hundred-round drum with the shell catcher net on the side of that bitch Fuckin' the ho in the Bentley (That's MisterJ?), we go outer space and we fuck on a private ship [Chorus: Mac Critter] Fuckin' the ho in the Bentley, we go outer space, and we fuck on a private ship AR-15 with the hundred-round drum with the shell catcher net on thе side of that bitch Twenty racks, rods, rubber bands in both of my pockеts, I'm spendin' your salary Buh, switches, they dump Fuh, switches, they dump Maybach, I don't feel a bump Feel like I'm ridin' on the clouds, seat recline to the trunk Scat Pack low, go slow over humps Spoiler in the front, I be crushin' the car Backdoor shit, we finessin' upfront Twenty-four seven, try our Rollie, gon' pump Pull up and kick open the door, frrt Stickin' this dick in your ho, huh [Verse 1: Mac Critter] Pull up and kick open the door, frrt Opp number four (Pussy) In the 392 Scat Pack widebody with Dracs, smokin' baby Jo Pourin' up Green Heart, rollin' up dead opps Smokin' this muddy, I'm crackin' these fours He wanna play hard, stand in his front yard 7.62 knock the hinge off the door Pretty-ass ho go to college, she molly I get in that pussy, be stabbin' that ho Racks not skinny, bands, got plenty Fuck out a [?], snatch out her inches Bitch, I'm the menace, 5.56 and semi (Brrt) Squeezin' the Drac' like a lemon Ho tryna shop with a vendor, I'll lend her, I'm a winner I be stuffin' dick in her I spin the block in the 392 with these 7.62s See the shots, I ain't been in no Phantom I fuck and play in that pussy and let her lick her hand Let her taste herself for dinner Sexy-ass ho say she come from the island Ballin' like they got a number one contender 700 Walk Down, TTG, Trained To Go members [Chorus: Mac Critter & YTB Fatt] Fuckin' the ho in the Bentley, we go outer space, and we fuck on a private ship AR-15 with the hundred-round drum with the shell catcher net on the side of that bitch Twenty racks, rods, rubber bands in both of my pockets, I'm spendin' your salary Buh, switches, they dump Fuh, switches, they dump Maybach, I don't feel a bump Feel like I'm ridin' on the clouds, seat recline to the trunk Scat Pack low, go slow over humps Spoiler in the front, I be crushin' the car Backdoor shit, we finessin' upfront Twenty-four seven, try our Rollie, gon' pump Pull up and kick open the door, frrt (Uh, uh) Stickin' this dick in your ho, huh (Yeah, huh) [Verse 2: YTB Fatt] I've been stickin' this dick in her throat Nigga, I'm a real Fox, I ain't a GOAT Nigga, when I check in the trenches it's thirty-thousand on the Glock and a Marchiano coat Nigga, I was down bad, fucked up, them pussy niggas wouldn't give me a Coke Now I'm on powder some more and some more and some more, uh, and some more Lil' nigga wanna smoke with hand vowels in it I'm the reason the motion in the trenches Sprinter bus, six Crip bitches Nigga, I got Rod Wave fuckin' with me She kept it real, I Givenchy-ed the bitch She threw a fit, so I put her in Prada Ho, would you be here if I ain't had these dollars? Me and the mafia drop motion parties Huh, I got the Rick Owens sword on my feet I'm poppin' shit, it's just me and lil' Meech Foxes only, play for keeps Swingin' my dreads like Chief Keef Before the deal, I was rockin' some cleats In the field for real, just ask about me Courtside, I paid racks for this seat If the bitch ain't bad, can't simp at me I'm with Lil Gotit, he pushin' the pedal for real, slimy SRT Yellin', "Free Double," this shit on repeat Off the hip with this switch soon as you reach I got like two hundred thousand on top of my neck and another fifty in my jeans I got the Benz, Atlanta, GA, me and Critter ridin' Maybach seats [Chorus: Mac Critter] Fuckin' the ho in the Bentley, we go outer space, and we fuck on a private ship AR-15 with the hundred-round drum with the shell catcher net on the side of that bitch Twenty racks, rods, rubber bands in both of my pockets, I'm spendin' your salary Buh, switches, they dump Fuh, switches, they dump Maybach, I don't feel a bump Feel like I'm ridin' on the clouds, seat recline to the trunk Scat Pack low, go slow over hump Spoiler in the front, I be crushin' the car Backdoor shit, we finessin' upfront Twenty-four seven, try our Rollie, gon' pump Pull up and kick open the door, frrt Stickin' this dick in your ho, huh