Suspect x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In

Ayoludo And you know a lot of people ask us "How is C Dot funded And where do your get your money from?" The simple answer Ay, Plugged In, Fumez The Engineer Bow I'm the one they blame for a lot of their pain I'm a rassclart beast and I can't be tamed Grim Reaper, how you think I got that name? Man tape estates, man don't play games (no) When gang got a drop but got there late They dropped C-, so I can't complain They all wan' know why I open heads My zombie don't want nothin' but brains Bring out the dots and bruck off the back Cah I might just call this shotgun Shane This - gripped the .12 gauge Don't slip on the back road, get front paged (bow) Don't need a salon to get man wigged Just give him a shave and watch him fade Free Armed Response, free Risky Free T.Scam, free Smokeyy, free Broadday R- was a minor setback The killers home, all now they ain't get back Music made them forget that Two points elsewhere, you ain't no - You ain't bring waps in gardens Regularly use it, we take them marchin' Reignited this beef, the verbal charge it They done couple things, now S- in a casket Get side by side or it's up and under We rip flesh, we ain't worry about jumpers He wanna risk so we hit him with a bumper See him fly high, no point looking under Spin this coupe, slow down, who's smoking? I didn't do it like R- in motion I hopped out the car while the whip was rollin' Hop that fence on my breath and smoked him Why you frontin'? You ain't no fucking gunman, cuz Niggas can't say nun' about me 'cause They seen or heard I'm a bun man, bun man Skid 'round tryna get a pump Cah I made man jump when I hit him with the humpty dump This six shot one will turn into a sticky One if I seen these guys, take Runts, punk I ain't no eediat, step 'round there and just beat it But I'ma step 'round there and just beat it I squeeze it when I see a man (boy) Then I'ma dash off when I got him Peewee, my blood, man I love him, I got him We got bad habits, we've got in common Catch an opp then we pop him I got locked in a box, he got put in a b- It's a r- world, R- got hit with the ancient dots (bow) Shotty gone way too rusty, grease that down with WD-40 (Grease it) Don't leave your guns outside We caught R- in a mash with 40 (40) Size 12 boots, I got me a gym bag Me and my team are sporty And the way that I got down D- The scars on him was way too naughty (eurgh) .44 chunky stones, we done K- like twice S- got fried, they put him on loan (they put him on sub) They say I don't rap in a Irish accent Well, fuck you, I'm already on top (don't care) Who trap boy like Trapboy Before I'll invest in jewels, I'll invest in a Glock (bow) Gang's on top, grind don't stop Rapping or robbing, anyting for the guap Bando settings, I'm chilling with fiends And them man know that you can't beef us He love to flex online like Balotelli But he saw us and shat himself Oh my, he left his gyal, doesn't matter She's a jezebel (Jezzy) And I heard that the pum pum smell That why I don't go for a R-girl But I'll still take her, not to beat I'll ching you down while she gives me a twirl My bro DD fell in love with his tools Fill up the car, let's glide on these fools (let's go) Bro jump in the ped and drive it, vroom, vroom (ska, ska) Bro roll-on man, bun man like a zoot I'm addicted to smoke, ain't nothing like Snoop My darg come tapped, he a young Ice Cube I got sweets, tryna M2 yutes Call it M&Ms get a sweety a two Beefin' with me, man I hope you're ready Don't play with your mental health 'Cause the mash will leave you with more than a headache And mans got a stick like Tiger Woods Leave a hole in one like Headie (woi, woi) Aight, aye, steady, steady Can't talk 'bout the things that we've done 'Cause mans on TV, now it gets techy On the ride no talk, just adlibs Bare, skrrt-skrrt, ching-ching, bow-bow (bow) Dot dot's same size as Lil' Bow Wow Stuff two cannons in I'm tryna wild out (find out) Find out where you hang, gang gonna ride out Ceemizz in my blunt I'm getting high now, hi now Headshots, we don't sky 'round Chest shot make a nigga lie down (lie down) Everything real that a nigga write down Big stainless steel make a nigga pipe down This war is too real can never die down If it ain't NB then I'm throwing f- down I'm S-Pect better respect Might get your head wet Tryna come and G check Tryna pick which bro had a colourful set Turn b- purple when I see red (suwoop) Ice cubes in a nice cold glass And a Carta Blanca Bacardi white rum In the bath with a bad ting More birds than I just did last week Money walks into me bank like dogs at a picnic party I've been bringin' in the bacon, darling Yeah, yeah, how come nobody's got flows like this then? Good question, I don't know See, I ain't got a clue when I move so-so No way, we don't play no games Get crossed when your circles lose like tic-tac-toe None of them work like Pete & Bas Got a bigger net worth than Peter Jones Run up in his house and I kicked off the door When the family's out and he's home on his own Step in my Forces or my Jordans (stepper) Man get pierced like Morgan Do it this mornin' (yeah), now they're all mournin' Coulda put more in, but it got borin' (yeah, bu-bu-bu-bu) I put my all in Opp block tourin', I'm like a foreign (skrr) Four door (skrrt), four in, coulda put more in But we just wanted to bang, we're whorin' Still tryna do a man hashtag critically (du-du-du) Peng browning called Tiffany All on me and her bracelet looks Tiffany (oi, come here) She gave me slop top in the drop top, nearly had an epiphany (woo) This black hand ting is Russian (bap), the shined out kicks from Italy The other side lit? I disagree I know the opp boys all sick of me (HSQ) Can't lie, I can't even blame them (Hitsquad baby) Pepper that beef, like, tickle me (brrap, brrap) I just come run and cause mayhem (bap, bap) I gotta skeng in the AM Or when it's late tryna catch me a paigon (bap, bap) Ask me if dem man ride, it's blatant I just say no, Ronald Reagan Me and P like Freddy and Jason (gang) Two man, two anglos, man shave it (woo) In the two-point-two with two of my bruce Three hours just lookin' for paigons (where they at?) Wave it, man shave it Do it with flair put your face in the papers (oi, oi) Us man just done us a drill Nostalgic, ain't done it in ages (bap, bap) Fumez The Engineer