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C1 x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In (Pt. 2)
Fumez The Engineer; C1
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Yeah
Fumez, Plugged In, Part 2
Don't get touched in or get fried in like dumpling
C1
Brr
Yeah
Still screaming "Free Capo, my brodie"
- Got cheffed, now he moves so lowkey
- Times, he's been soaked, G
Twinnin' them shanks like Zack and Cody
Ridin' around for them phonies
She wants La La Land and ponies
I don't know how - feels
All he does is sit on his arse and smoke weed
She wanna suck dick and smoke weed
We had bine flying out of the barrels
Two peds up, two man gettin' saddled
- Ain't healed from the two-footed tackle
I talk wass, everyone gets rattled
There's nuttin' the gang can't handle
Put your finger on the trigger and strangle
They don't want man causing an angle
I can see - through the smoke, I'm fried
But I'm fine
Mummy said "Never play with knives"
But points tally up when you wave it right
- Got cheffed on sight
He done nuttin' but hold two knives
Free my bro, my slatt, my slime
Trap boys - forever online
LTs pull up and shit goes left
For you, it can never end right
Another one of them got sent to the sky
Another one of them's gettin' rolled in five
Mandem backstrap, we don't do front-strap
If you know us, man, you know we let guns clap
I got the young boys live like the Rugrats
We don't mention, but we done that
Ayy, Fumez, they watch us like cartoon
You ever ran down two yutes
But can't catch them 'cah they know how to move?
Unbeaten run, I don't know how to lose
- Got smoked out their shoes
- Got stretched up too
Plugged In, not a Next Up booth
So -, well then - these two
The verbal gets everyone angry
Still Plan A, never had a Plan B
They wanna know why the Hillside's anti
I don't know why the Hillside's anti
Is it me who your girlfriend fancies?
Opps get popped and sing like Ashanti
Straight rum, I ain't drinkin' brandy
They don't wanna see us live with the handy
We can still spill juice, no cranberry
Headshot gang, why - so angry?
In the middle of the pitch like Santi
- Ain't scored, it's peak
Creep up gang, you can't creep our creep
He got caught on a lackin' spleeg
Wipe the black blade down with bleach
If it weren't by me, it was T or B
And I do road with my five times three
'Cah I don't know who man's gonna see
He died and revived in the scene
He got cheffed, that could never be me
'Cah we load up a G17
And we still gotta look out for CS17
He got smoked, no, it never look clean
Don't speak like I'm Mr. Bean
Who's that approachin'? Rev up the engine
Old school friends wanna get some vengeance
Fuck school, never went to detention
And I never had a hundred attendance
Bine on bine for your bredrins
'Nuff nerds that I don't wanna mention
They all left each other on a next ting
I think it ruined their friendship
- With his K, - with his rams
Creep up gang like "Caps and man"
Hold up, roll and bang
Do it like -, you might get tanned
'Cah we play -,
They ain't on swingin' their shank like
Hold up, who you tryna tarny?
Push to start, we don't need no car key
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