Engineer Scared (feat. Krispy Life Kidd & Ketchy the Great)

I pulled up to the club with a drum (Low the Great) A mean guy, but we turned him to a nun He peace treatin' 'cause we gave him what he want (is that Trey?) Just checked an Oompa Loompa, now we want Willy Wonka We ain't finna do that, clown Just slid his block quiet, lettin' off MAC rounds How you do it? I put a muzzle on it, bitch You know my name, I ain't tusslin' with niggas Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin' I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here You hear him stutterin', these niggas mumblin' We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin' I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here You hear him stutterin', these niggas mumblin' We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here Shit, hundiddy chop Mei Ling just bumped on me, that's a hundiddy bop It's a Mickey Mouse Hit him with the chop ten times, made him Diddy Bop Half a hundiddy in the chop, it's a Minnie Mouse Ten chops, that's a proud family up at Penny house Tell a nigga, "Eat these, it'll make you skinny, watch" You got the engineer scared, put all the glizzies down Silly billys 'round, nigga, that'll get you got Nigga's talkin' like a killer, but he really not Put a drum on the glizzy, I ain't into stocks All these niggas holdin' dick, where the bitches at? Ugh Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin' I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here You hear him stutterin', these niggas mumblin' We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin' I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here You hear him stutterin', these nigga mumblin' We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here (KrispyLife Kidd) Shootin' this bitch hurt, it threw my shoulder out of place Glock on the dresser while I'm fuckin', I'm condom safe I make her suck me with the rubber, how that condom taste? You with a buster, so I guess you kind of safe They call me a G.O.A.T., but I'm some kind of wizard Pssh, pssh on the K like it's tryna whistle I don't even fuck your bitch, just make her do the dishes You was cryin' in the county, you ain't even make it to prison The box got a weird shape, it's shaped like a prism I'm startin' to think these niggas vegan, 'cause they don't want no chicken Slide on the opps' crib and knock out they kitchen If I don't see dude with the Stinc Team, we ain't fuckin' with him Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin' I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here You hear him stutterin', these niggas mumblin' We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin' (mhm) I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here You hear him stutterin', these niggas mumblin' (huh? Okay) We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here We got the engineer scared, too many guns around A nigga pull up to the stu' fake tough, gon' have to gun him down Fuck the cameras, I pull up barefaced just to paint a clown I got water on my neck, my drip make these hoes drown Anybody want smoke'll turn this bitch to a hookah lounge Got a chop, beat up the opp block, now they Milly Rockin' Heavy metal, rock and roll on niggas while I'm Perc' poppin' Niggas gay, they sweet like Willy Wonka, plus they work with cops Krispy hit him with a glizzy, now he crispy, fried him with a Glock Nigga think he Suge, Drakeo do him like Pac Feed him shots, he don't bang, but he be hangin' with the opps He's a clown, a jester, I hit him with the Heckler Koch Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin' I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here You hear him stutterin', these niggas mumblin' We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin' I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here You hear him stutterin', these niggas mumblin' We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here Shit, man, I be tryna chill out Like, I'm like, "Damn, bro, like" Yeah, if I had the pole out, nigga, all in the booth, niggas Engineer in there shakin' and all that Like, I was just like, "Chill out, bro" Put the poles up, put the sticks up, put the drums up Like nigga, nobody even in here, nigga, we in Beverly Hills Nigga, nigga Nigga ain't worried 'bout nothin', man But again that nigga was taxin' and shit He might've been on some shit, I don't know, shit Man, well, put the guns down, ugh Know what I'm, know what I'm sayin'? Alright, really, though, we gon' put 'em down, we gon' put 'em down