Drakeo The Ruler, KrispyLife Kidd, Ketchy the Great - Engineer Scared lyrics

I pulled up to the club with a drum
(Low the Great)
A mean guy, but we turned him to a nun
He peace treatin' 'cause we gave
Him what he want (Is that Trey?)
Just checked an Oompa Loompa
Now we want Willy Wonka
We ain't finna do that, clown
Just slid his block quiet
Lettin' off MAC rounds
How you do it? I put a muzzle on it, bitch
You know my name
I ain't tusslin' with niggas

Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin'
I'm finna really show out
He got his son in here
You hear him stutterin'
These niggas mumblin'
We got the engineer scared
Too many guns in here


Put a silеnce on the K, you hear it muzzlin'
I'm finna rеally show out
He got his son in here
You hear him stutterin'
These niggas mumblin'
We got the engineer scared
Too many guns in here

Shit, hundiddy chop
Mei Ling just bumped on me
That's a hundiddy bop it's a Mickey Mouse
Hit him with the chop ten times
Made him Diddy Bop
Half a hundiddy in the chop
It's a Minnie Mouse ten chops
That's a proud family up at Penny house
Tell a nigga, "Eat these
It'll make you skinny, watch"
You got the engineer scared
Put all the glizzies down
Silly billys 'round, nigga
That'll get you got
Nigga's talkin' like a killer
But he really not
Put a drum on the glizzy, I ain't into stocks
All these niggas holdin' dick
Where the bitches at? Ugh

Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin'
I'm finna really show out
He got his son in here
You hear him stutterin'
These niggas mumblin'
We got the engineer scared
Too many guns in here
Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin'
I'm finna really show out
He got his son in here
You hear him stutterin'
These niggas mumblin'
We got the engineer scared
Too many guns in here (KrispyLife Kidd)

Shootin' this bitch hurt
It threw my shoulder out of place
Glock on the dresser while I'm fuckin'
I'm condom safe
I make her suck me with the rubber
How that condom taste? You with a buster
So I guess you kind of safe
They call me a GOAT
But I'm some kind of wizard
Pssh pssh on the K like it's tryna whistle
I don't even fuck your bitch
Just make her do the dishes
You was cryin' in the county
You ain't even make it to prison
The box got a weird shape
It's shaped like a prism
I'm startin' to think these niggas vegan
'cause they don't want no chicken
Slide on the opps' crib and
Knock out they kitchen
If I don't see dude with the Stinc Team
We ain't fuckin' with him

Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin'
I'm finna really show out
He got his son in here
You hear him stutterin'
These niggas mumblin'
We got the engineer scared
Too many guns in here
Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin'
I'm finna really show out
He got his son in here
You hear him stutterin'
These niggas mumblin'
We got the engineer scared
Too many guns in here

We got the engineer scared
Too many guns around
A nigga pull up to the stu' fake tough
Gon' have to gun him down fuck the cameras
I pull up bareface just to paint a clown
I got water on my neck
My drip make these hoes drown
Anybody want smoke'll turn this bitch
To a hookah lounge
Got a chop, beat up the opp block
Now they Milly Rockin' heavy metal
Rock and roll on niggas
While I'm Perc' poppin'
Niggas gay, they sweet like Willy Wonka
Plus they work with cops
Krispy hit him with a glizzy, now he crispy
Fried him with a Glock
Nigga think he Suge, Drakeo do him like Pac
Feed him shots, he don't bang
But he be hangin' with the opps
He's a clown, a jester
I hit him with the Heckler Koch

Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin'
I'm finna really show out
He got his son in here
You hear him stutterin'
These niggas mumblin'
We got the engineer scared
Too many guns in here
Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin'
I'm finna really show out
He got his son in here
You hear him stutterin'
These niggas mumblin'
We got the engineer scared
Too many guns in here

Shit, man, I be tryna chill out
Like, I'm like damn, bro, like
Fuck, I had the pole out
Nigga, all in the booth, nigga
Engineer in there shakin' and all that
Like, I was just like chill out, bro
Put the poles up, put the sticks up
Put the drums up
Like nigga, nobody even in here, nigga
We in Beverly Hills, nigga, nigga
Niggas ain't worried 'bout nothin', man
But again that nigga was taxin' and shit
He might be on some shit, i don't know
Shit, man, well, put the guns down, ugh
Know what I'm, know what I'm sayin'?
Alright, really, though, we gon'
Put 'em down, we gon' put 'em down