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Fumez The Engineer
Fumez The Engineer
Performer
Broadday
Broadday
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Broadday
Broadday
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C Dot
C Dot
Producer

Lyrics

Yoshi How is CDOT funded and where do you get your money from? Plugged in with Fumez HRB shit AGB shit The simple answer Gang, free Sus, free swavey, free bulldog blackz Yeah, you know the ting, I ain't gotta talk too much Baow, baow, bap Skate in a Lambo truck (skrrt), had to upgrade from a dinger Cause bare grief with my index finger Can't be bothered to swing my chinger (long) No evidence, I then got released (haha) I come out to ruin the peace I been out on these dusty streets since GShock watches and GStar jeans Rusty tre-pound, brand nеw scopes (grrt) All of my guys got evil thoughts Turnt spastic But thе main goal was to turn him corpse (pussy) 'Bout get back gang, they ain't got back for Dottz Boogie left him ruined Partyin' and lackin', what was he doin'? Add a K to the A, get stretched like Play-Doh Been assisting drills like Fredo, got racks on my wig like Shaybo You know, see I shoot like a character in Halo We zooted (aha) We zooted (aha) We zooted (haha) We zooted (ahaha) Let me just double my profit Felt kinda mad, chasin' the Malis through Harlem (damn) 44 my caliber (bow), if you lack, I'm attacking ya Don't wanna hear 'bout violent siblings (pussios) More like the Chuckle Brothers, No one in Peck' can level my badness (none of them) I put that shit on my mother's (wallahi) Three bells left in the nina (grrt, grrt) I thought I rinsed the whole clip I don't pop pills when I go on a drill Just Bismillah when I'm gettin' equipped (Bismillah) Hold on, wait, no one ain't safe, Sosa can vouch My dot dot jammed on C2's face I would've left brains all over the place I accidentally bun bro with the gauge Imagine seein' me on the wireless stage (mad) Wind down the window and let it off one time (grrt) I ain't gettin' caught by a one time Mum's life, better lay low when the gun rise When the gun blast, run like you love life (grrt) Puttin' mad hours on this hotline No rockstar, but I'm livin' this rock life And I got mine (yeah), you can't rob Ice Step with the pump-action or the Glock 9 I find shootings and stabbings addictive (ahaha) I think the plug is mad that I licked him Donny's a victim, hotline ringin' 44 kickin', corn from the Smith & sings like Wesson Diss my dead bros, I'll teach you a lesson (watch) I couldn't wait 'til the day that I leave Felts (wallahi) With the govs in there, say I need help I got a nine of raw and three scales I'm a trap boy, I don't want retail I'm in cunch at war with the Northerners I feel CID been stalkin' us (obbo) Did you see askar locked all of us? Next year, it's Rollies and Audemars Got shipped to the marsh from Ollie Security, TSG, on me, all of my AG's got me (AG) Done my time, now, I'm sippin' on dumpy Snuck a luger into the Malis Come for trouble, ain't come for punani (trust me) I'm a gunman, I don't do karate I shoot like I'm trained by the army (grr) Fumez The Engineer
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