Switches Dump

[Intro: Mac Critter]
(Oh, that's MJ)
Yeah
The realest (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, we go outer space and we fuck on a private and shit

[Chorus: Mac Critter]
Fuckin' the ho in the Bentley, we go outer space, and we fuck on a private and shit
AR-15 with the hundred round drum with the shell catcher net on the side of that bitch
Twenty reds, rods, rubbеr bands in both of my pockets, I'm spendin' your salary
Buh, switches, thеy dump
Fuh, switches, they dump
Maybach, I don't feel a bump
Feel like I'm ridin' on a cloud, seat recline to the trunk
Scat Pack low, go slow over him
Spoiler in the front, I be crushin' the car
Back door shit, we finessin' up front
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 wide body with Dracs, smokin' baby cho
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
.762 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, .556 and .7 (Blrrt)
Squeezin' the Drac' like eleven
Ho tryna shop with a vendor, I [?], I'm a winner
I be stuffin' dick in her
I spin the block in the 392 with these .762s
See the shots, I ain't been in no Phantom
I fuck a player and that pussy, ain't let her lick her hand
Get a taste of self for dinner
Sexy ass ho say she come from the island
'Bout it like I 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 and shit
AR-15 with the hundred round drum with the shell catcher net on the side of that bitch
Twenty reds, 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 a cloud, seat recline to the trunk
Scat Pack low, go slow over him
Spoiler in the front, I be crushin' the car
Back door shit, we finessin' up front
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, thirty-thousand on me, 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 like [?] hit the bitch
She threw a fit so I put her in Prada
Ho, would you be here if I ain't had these dollars?
Man, the mafia drop motion parties
Uh, 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 pay racks for this heat
If the bitch ain't bad, can't sit by me
I'm with Lil Gotit, he pushin' the pedal for real, slimy SRT
Yellin' "Free Double", this shit on repeat
Off the heel 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 and shit
AR-15 with the hundred round drum with the shell catcher net on the side of that bitch
Twenty reds, 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 a cloud, seat recline to the trunk
Scat Pack low, go slow over hump
Spoiler in the front, I be crushin' the car
Back door shit, we finessin' up front
Twenty-four seven, try our Rollie, gon' pump
Pull up and kick open the door, frrt
Stickin' this dick in your ho, huh