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(Brat… brat-brat)
Yeah…
Switches on deck… stacks on deck…
Let’s get it
Switches on the Glock, red dot sittin’ clean (clean)
Bandz in the safe, rubber bands breakin’ at the seam (seam)
Whips in the lot, foreigns with the suicide doors (doors)
Sling that work daily, fiends knockin’ at the door (door)
Red beam on his chest, watch him drop like a fly (fly)
Opp tried to play, now he sleepin’ in the sky (sky)
This the life — bandz, whips, glocks with switches (switches)
Drug slingin’ king, opp killin’ for the riches (riches)
Woke up countin’ faces, blue hundreds tall as me (me)
Safe lookin’ like a bank vault, money touch the ceiling, G (G)
Hop in the Lambo truck, suicide doors lift up (up)
Bad bitch in the passenger, she can’t get enough (enough)
Used to be broke, now the block know my name (name)
Pull up clean, haters mad ‘cause the money bring fame (fame)
Keep the stick on me, Glock .40 with the switch (switch)
Extended clip hangin’, ready for the blitz (blitz)
Red dot on the front, precision when I aim (aim)
Any opp gettin’ bold, we extinguish the flame (flame)
Sling that pack from the morning ‘til the late night (night)
Phone ringin’ off the hook, we movin’ weight right (right)
[Hook]
Switches on the Glock, red dot sittin’ clean (clean)
Bandz in the safe, rubber bands breakin’ at the seam (seam)
Whips in the lot, foreigns with the suicide doors (doors)
Sling that work daily, fiends knockin’ at the door (door)
Red beam on his chest, watch him drop like a fly (fly)
Opp tried to play, now he sleepin’ in the sky (sky)
This the life — bandz, whips, glocks with switches (switches)
Drug slingin’ king, opp killin’ for the riches (riches)
Glock with the switch, turn it fully automatic (matic)
Red dot light him up, now his body cinematic (matic)
Pull up on the block, tinted windows, no plate (plate)
Let the switches sing, sound like fireworks on the date (date)
Bodies droppin’ weekly, we don’t leave no trace (trace)
Drug money clean, but the opp pack got that taste (taste)
Trap house jumpin’, ounces to the whole brick (brick)
Count the profits fast, then reload the clip (clip)
Whips so fast, when I speed off they can’t catch (catch)
Bandz so long, it look like a recipe to stack (stack)
In these streets you need the guns and the cheese to last (last)
Red dots and switches make sure the opps rest in peace fast (fast)
Slingin’ that loud, that mid, that pressure, that death (death)
Fiends noddin’ out while I count up the check (check)
Whip collection growin’, Urus and the ‘Vette (skrrt)
But the real flex is the switch that make an opp rest (rest)
No sympathy, this the code that we live by (by)
Bandz over everything, red dots in the sky (sky)
Drug slingin’ general, opp killin’ elite (elite)
Switches & stacks — this the anthem of the street (street)
Yeah… Switches & Stacks…
Bandz pilin’ high, whips skrrtin’ by, switches flickin’, red dots beamin’…
Opps disappearin’, stackz keep appearin’…
This that real trap heat.
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Details
GeneratedJun 5, 2026
Duration2:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
Fast ass rap, dark sliding 808’s, creepy piano, rapid hi hats, menacing energy, crazy beat switches and drops,deep voice
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