B-Side x Fumez the Engineer - Plugged In

Big up Fumez The Engineer Plugged In BSIDE Some 785 shit, you already know Free the fucking gang Free KK, free Bucky B Yeah, fuck with the B or run from the Gs, ay Boy better know that my ting ain't a jammer I let it kick like Kaka and watch them scatter Free up bro, he's a well-known attacker Make a pussio scream, no porn, push that in with force A man pop corn, turn man corpse Do it like Jason Bourne The .32 can seal that easy The dot-dot's meaty, the glizzy grip on the handle I was on the block doin' crime with the dots In the nine way before I could whip it in manual My gun does blow, have thеm man on ropes But them man scared to comе past this side But when they do the gang's gonna shoot They have to be careful what cars they drive I might lean out and boot like Bucky Or bang this chinger, swing like Chucky Man's gotta stay all lowkey Cah the cops are still tryna cuff me Had to get man down at his mum's b- But I duck man down on crud Like, where's all the big dargs at? Cah, I ain't tryna corn down a puppy If the gang ain't juggin', the mandem's bangin' You ain't never had a mop in your hand Then bro in your ear tellin' you slap it (slap it) In the with a 12 in the with a .32, nigga, that's gang shit I don't do no talkin' I get straight to the beef like a fat kid They ain't with it Nah, man, they way too timid I told bro-bro, "Bun him" But he went and missed by inches My niggas try wig him, nearly did him Ended up blowin' his back in Now he's on the wing, he's a hazard Jailhouse settings, got everything patterned We purchased numerous waps then boot up flats And I make hella prof', I'm shottin' You ain't never licked up the last of the grub And still had to wait on the cops and bottles Hold six from the nine, don't sing when it hit you Let him see what the glizz do Or put the dots to his head like a H- Rap if I hit a black youngster's tissue I told bro can I get some shoes? He said, "What size?" I said, "Size nine" Anytime that I creep on them yutes Fill the mash to the brim tryna fill 'em with bine Nan wouldn't know how I'm doin' Don't ask what I'm doin', cah I'm doin' just fine Hold this mash we can wine and dine Do a little more be bae for the night I wanna bring out the ratchet, niggas got a lot to say But I ain't never seen them bang it Niggas just think it's rappin' Come to the B and see loads of action Niggas just think it's rappin' Come to the B and see loads of action Come to the B and see loads of action A friend of a opp got murdered I think bare man forgettin' it Watch who you roll with, cah anyone with them is gettin' it Two and a half with a six shot Remington This beef ain't dead, man season and pepper it Dotty nose long like an elephant's Blow on a pack like the crack does heroine Get my main guy a test of the bujj He held it good and said it was impressive Any wap that the mandem cop They spin off the dotz, we ride out to test it If it weren't bro it was me that pressed it Fuck with the B then you must have a death wish Pump on the nine could I make up my mind Like I'm tryna decide what to watch on Netflix Done it with rambo, done it with flicky And even chopped man down, machete Man don't gun lean, man get one lean And let that boom boom bang like Vecky Bro got nicked, bitch thought it was sick 'Cause he went to her yard to go barf in petty Six in the spin, man step with it And I ain't got home 'till the whole ting's empty The little things count So, I'll get lil' niggas down Bro rolled down the window, bow How can you call him bro when he left your bro, got him down? We got the opps on ropes And you think f- niggas don't leave their house? Done it on foot, in cars and peds No waps, then we step with shanks instead Me and K used to stash that wap in the shed Man stay in the T and trap for bread Many man want me dead, when it rains, it pours like 50 Cent Slap tap, it just missed his head Had to slap myself, 'cause he should be dead Man thinks it's a game like P4 We got big waps no rebores Man dashed when I hear that neenaw Splashed down one then I need to get three more They come to the B and detour Cah they know that the mandem mean war Make shit get messy like Lionel Where they at? Tryna find them, Nemo K got life, Fiddy got 15 Man still ride, blikky or 15 I need a Mac, I need a mizzy Do up your bro, do up your killy Couple of waps, and then some dingers Couple of racks, got ourselves peds Fuck off waps, fill it with lead Do it like Clipper and burn my crepes Fumez, the engineer