Letra de Switches Dump - Mac Critter

(Feat. YTB Fatt)

(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

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

Stickin' this dick in your ho, huh

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

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)

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

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

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