Cristale X Teezandos X Fumez the Engineer - Plugged In

The Fumez in the stu' come loud Fuck the clout, we're plugged in Plugged in with Fumez, yea (grr) (Grrrrr) Yo, I'm live, and I just got bine (I'm live) Don't bring a hammer inside It's fine, the gang know I'm one of a kind I've beat off this mash like a million times (grr) Bad on my J's, but I'm badder with slime Bro got a Mash in his hand on the sly Hmm, he's nice, but he's getting excited We know he ain't about that life If I said it's on sight, then you show up Never cared for the fame, I just blow up Bredrin's sick in his head, I'ma throw up He left a big hole in the middle, no donut Baking, been tryna get all my dough up Short temper, no I don't wanna grow up I don't care what they wanted to show us I don't want to speak, cause the feds wanna know us I'm TeeZandos, Zandos on go, (go!) I been outside, tryna double up Chest shot huddle up, wipe man's nose You spoke in the station, you're breaking the code And you know I can kill a man lyrically? You can't know what I get done physically I left the scene and the crowd's IDing me (brrr) Show me a thing with my booting ability (huh!) We bring smoke to the function, me and Ree And I love bang bang (like TNT) I hate Undies, I know when they're preeing me Sat in a cell thinking, 'When are you freeing me?' (ha-a) Five-foot, brown eyes, getting whiplash (hoa!) Gamble your life, didn't bring cash (hoa!) She said, "Your boy didn't dig that" No Filly 9.50, that's big cap (brr) She got creases like an Air Force 1 Buy them both black, they don't ever mismatch (m-m) Toys growing up, 'cause they never miss matches This drops, this drop, table for the dispatch I work too hard never ever relax Like Rosa Parks, I don't ever sit back Bro keep two sticks in the ride like Twix And he fling them packs when he see a Kit-Kat If you didn't wanna anguished You shouldn't have run Poor aunties lost innocent sons And I know I'm his bro, but he had to get burnt And I think it's more peak 'cause he gave me the (shh) Now he's calling me Fergy 'cause I got a feeling Hmm, and the feeling's appealing Make a man lie down with no sexual healing I hope he don't know what he's feeling (whoa!) The rum is its portions portant And if they ain't gang, then I just can't roll with them bro In the back with the blickys loading them Sliming them man on no 'Nickelodeon' Yeah, I come from the jungle, not humble I give bitches reasons to get up and rap (you know) And to think I was quitting this year, they're digging my ting So I'm bringing it back The line rung like those for a short-by show And they asked for me? (Me) I was outside with the guys and swinging my knife in the age of 15 (hmm) I'm outside, gerrup (grrr) I'm on time, gerrup (grrr) He got a sad, gerrup And if you really got bangin' You better gerrup (Fumez The Engineer)