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 b*tch
f*ckin' the ho in the Bentley (That's MisterJ?), we go outer space and we f*ck on a private ship

[Chorus: Mac Critter]
f*ckin' the ho in the Bentley, we go outer space, and we f*ck on a private ship
AR-15 with the hundred-round drum with the shell catcher net on thе side of that b*tch
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 sh*t, we finessin' upfront
Twenty-four seven, try our Rollie, gon' pump
Pull up and kick open the door, frrt
Stickin' this di*k in your ho, huh

[Verse 1: Mac Critter]
Pull up and kick open the door, frrt
Opp number four (pus*y)
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 pus*y, be stabbin' that ho
Racks not skinny, bands, got plenty
f*ck out a [?], snatch out her inches
b*tch, 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' di*k in her
I spin the block in the 392 with these 7.62s
See the shots, I ain't been in no Phantom
I f*ck and play in that pus*y 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]
f*ckin' the ho in the Bentley, we go outer space, and we f*ck on a private ship
AR-15 with the hundred-round drum with the shell catcher net on the side of that b*tch
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 sh*t, we finessin' upfront
Twenty-four seven, try our Rollie, gon' pump
Pull up and kick open the door, frrt (Uh, uh)
Stickin' this di*k in your ho, huh (Yeah, huh)

[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
I've been stickin' this di*k in her throat
n*gga, I'm a real Fox, I ain't a GOAT
n*gga, when I check in the trenches it's thirty-thousand on the Glock and a Marchiano coat
n*gga, I was down bad, f*cked up, them pus*y n*ggas wouldn't give me a Coke
Now I'm on powder some more and some more and some more, uh, and some more
Lil' n*gga wanna smoke with hand vowels in it
I'm the reason the motion in the trenches
Sprinter bus, six Crip b*tches
n*gga, I got Rod Wave f*ckin' with me
She kept it real, I Givenchy-ed the b*tch
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' sh*t, 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 b*tch 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 sh*t 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]
f*ckin' the ho in the Bentley, we go outer space, and we f*ck on a private ship
AR-15 with the hundred-round drum with the shell catcher net on the side of that b*tch
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 sh*t, we finessin' upfront
Twenty-four seven, try our Rollie, gon' pump
Pull up and kick open the door, frrt
Stickin' this di*k in your ho, huh