Clavish x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In

Fumez The Engineer, we really here, man We really live with it Free the guys, throw them 6s up, you feel me? Whoosh, gang shit 1622 shit (Sebz Beats, baby) You know, 2022 up the fucking smoke Gang shit, fuck the opps, they know where we are Ay go on, ay go on F Fuck, 31, man Free the guys, you're joking You know Tell them broke boys- Grrr, baow (oi) Couple of pebs can get you lined My shot don't care, he just wanna get high I'm in D-I-O-R like, "Yo, which ones I'm tryna get fly?" Talk is cheap, but the wap ain't cheaper Keep talking, you gonna get bined They say "Keep enemies close" My paigon block two seconds away from mine She think she got a soft spot for the shooters But her guy shot no guys, ain't shot no pies I really hopped out and wet that down in the mornin' time Remember when bro got stabbed? It was minor But the guys are more than live That Honda Civic was meant for trappin' Suttin' got shot by a .45 I don't know about you, all I need is a Gillet blade I'll dice that down into fractions L got a bird for a county line But birds still fly from the landin' Talk on the 'net, all that you want But everyone knows you ain't on badness Rest up NB, say what you want But everyone knows he was a Tappers All black CC trainers, gotta watch out for the CC cameras I wanna know who's who Lil' Dimmers on hittin' up yutes at random '018 when we kidnapped -, what's his name? Shoulda held little man for ransom Anything I rap about is factual She don't wanna hold this wap? She's cancelled New recruit got one in the back Then tripped up, so I bored him more Yeah, I seen me a few But I was with broski, first time I saw .44 Got the drop -, tryna bury his friend Gang turned up to the funeral Tryna make her hold a couple of skengs I ain't tryna make that a booty call If rap don't work, both my managers know what time it is Cheffed AK, don't like that kid Tried get Jojo in his face, excited kid I was in jail, all purpose on mackerel watchin' my wife and kids Tryna do music, but you can ask the guys whenever I ride, it's lit Type my name on Instagram I can show you man how to drip with ease '017, I was unhygienic Ain't comin' back with my kitchen clean Got makeup on my LV tee Now, I'm not in the mood, KMT Tired of screamin' "Free the guys" But free up the guys in HMP Free 31, prolly think this LV bag's for drip Inside, got a loaded wap Cheffed up a couple of man for the love of the gang They ain't even owe me back Supporters pull up, but if I feel like you're not no fan I'ma pop my shank Now, you gotta give me some reassurance Safety first, I'ma pop it back No caps, still screamin' out "Free big homie" You know they gotta free big homie Came out of jail, tryna buy him a burner He don't wanna treat himself to a Rollie All the local smokers know me If you wanna get high, just phone me Really and truly, I don't wanna see them 'Cah if I do then I might see Collie Why you rap 'bout the T so much? We all know you ain't put no snow in the 'Rex Why you rap like you got you an M? We all know you ain't put nobody to bed Run off with my man's ting, that's awkward You prob' won't trust me again Said to myself that I need me a hundred First time that I touched me a ten Same thing when I touched me a hundred Still bring five years in the function American tings double tap my 'Gram I'm poppin' up, 'When you comin' to London?' Them man talk 'bout the traphouse way too much Still look like they need some fundin' I was in Pentonville, no soc' Choppin' up onions, rollin' dumplings Did it in public, in front of the witness They only come 'round for the litness Used to give out pics all day Now, I don't go day without takin' pictures The window's gotta be tinted, why? Opps got me on their hitlist And cops got me on their wish list Give them a time and place, it's Christmas M try show me my girl's Insta I told him "I already gave her the business" Crash try put him to bed, but I missed it That's no leg shot, gang, and I miss him I ain't never been not sure I'll do that bait on the mains for one of my siblings I don't know nothin' 'bout typin', dissin' See you in person, now, he need stitches (Fumez The Engineer)