ArrDee - Plugged In Freestyle lyrics

What you saying? ArrDee
Plugged in with Fumez
Ha, you lot ain't ready
Listen, I would say fuck all the opps
But I ain't got no opps
Everybody loves me, bruv trust me, ay, huh

You would think that after all of this buzz
Young little ArrDee would pattern up
Shit, I must be dumb
Got bagged right after I blew in
The dinger I rag about
I can't blow no chase when I'm off my face
In case of the food he was wrapping up
I was smiling 'cause I play cheeky chappy
But the jakes knew I was blagging, ah
Came out of the cells in the mornin'
Smokin' a B&H blue
Cheeky Bars on a million views and a
Private text from a guy called Fumez
I knew what I had to do (Trust me)


Cook something up new
Spin the series different
Stumbled into the studio, miffin'
I think it's because of
The liquor I'm licking
I'm bringing all of my beanies with me
Like they're a part of the gang
Cheeky chappy ain't bad
I'm the lad that'll roll with a
Whole bag of gyals like "Ahhh"
'Cause it's good for my mental
Feel presidential the way they salute
I'm a general
Oral-B's about, the room's dental
I'm the dentist
I'm as real as they fucking come
I can't sit on fences
I can't bite my tongue
And couple brother's reckless
Everyone I step with
They've been here from early
Me and Mitch was splitting up
A key for thirty now the thots are thirty
And they're proper dirty
But they slop it slurply
Fuckin' hot and certi
I'm a dog and a dog had the kitty purring
Clout can't change me as a person, but
Last night I went to the block that I used
To post on and I thought "This ain't me"
(Fuck that)
Does that mean that I've changed? Maybe
We've all gotta elevate someday, see
(One day) i know some days seem like
There ain't any point anymore
Better grit your teeth
Chin up and push unless you're some chief
In that case
You shouldn't be listening to me (Ha)
I'm for the winners and real who are willing
To kill for their dinners and meals
They relate to me 'cause I don't
Give a fuck how they feel
Stay true to myself
And of course, I had help
But I still thank me and nobody else
(Nobody else)
I'm the reason that I'm at where I'm at
Why I pop bottles like it's
Good for my health (Ah)
They ain't though (No)
Been a stand-up guy from day, though
They can't mould me into what they want
I ain't Play-Doh, I ain't plastic
I ain't gangster, this ain't gang biz
I'm just me, ArrDee, I don't chat shit
(No way)
I was broke when I got my pack flipped
When you poor, though
You don't get taught how to play with money
Shit, I never stacked it
I was blowing on my shit on some madness
On some badness, white boy antics
Bare gyal in the shoobs on packet (Bare gyal)
Had this before I was established
I'm match fit and they could never match this
They chat shit, now I'm up and I've bagged it
I'm the kid that they wanna collab with (Ay)
Ay, mouthy bastard, that's ArrDee (Ah)
But I'm 'bout to chart and go party
Before I'm 'bout to jump in that 'nani
I might have a bath in Bacardi (Erugh)
Nasty, freaky girl but she classy
I eat it out then I clart it
I need to tell the details of
The shit that I've seen
Need therapy, she keep telling me
(I hear that)
But I'm good with my weed and Hennessy (Hah)
Told Fumez "I need that melody
" you smelling me?
And she don't believe ArrDee when
He's yacked off Hennessey (Why not?)
No cap, I'm tryna' double tap with that yat
She's gonna' let me smash 'cause I rap
Plugged in like Fumez, and all that, hah

ArrDee, ArrDee ah, I'm out, haha
Fumez The Engineer