Fumez The Engineer, Clavish - Clavish x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In lyrics

Fumez The Engineer, we really here, man
We really live with it
Free the guys, throw them 6s up, you feel me?
Whoosh, gang shit 1622 shit
(Sebz Beats, baby)
You know, 2022 up the fucking smoke
Gang shit, fuck the opps
They know where we are ay go on, ay go on F
Fuck, 31, man free the guys, you're joking
You know tell them broke boys-
Grrr, bow oi

Couple of pebs can get you lined
My shot don't care, he just wanna get high
I'm in D-IO-R like "Yo
Which ones I'm tryna get fly?"
Talk is cheap, but the wap ain't cheaper
Keep talking, you gonna get bined
They say "Keep enemies close"
My paigon block two seconds away from mine
She think she got a soft spot for the shooter
But her guy shot no guys, ain't shot no pies
I really hopped out and wet that
Down in the mornin' time
Remember when bro got stabbed? It was minor
But the guys are more than live
That Honda Civic was meant for trappin'
Suttin' got shot by a 45
I don't know about you
All I need is a Gillet blade
I'll dice that down into fractions
L got a bird for a county line
But birds still fly from the landin'
Talk on the net, all that you want
But everyone knows you ain't on badness
Rest up NB, say what you want
But everyone knows he was a Tappers
All black CC trainers
Gotta watch out for the CC cameras
I wanna know who's who
Lil' Dimmers on hittin' up yutes at random
'018 when we kidnapped, what's his name?
Shoulda held little man for ransom
Anything I rap about is factual
She don't wanna hold this
Wap? She's cancelled
New recruit got one in the back
Then tripped up, so I bored him more
Yeah, I seen me a few
But I was with broski, first time I saw 44
Got the drop, tryna bury his friend
Gang turned up to the funeral
Tryna make her hold a couple of skengs
I ain't tryna make that a booty call
If rap don't work
Both my managers know what time it is
Cheffed A1, don't like that kid
Tried get Jojo in his face, excited kid
I was in jail
All purpose on mackerel watchin'
My wife and kids
Tryna do music, but you can ask
The guys whenever I ride, it's lit
Type my name on Instagram
I can show you man how to drip with ease
'017, I was unhygienic
Ain't comin' back with my kitchen clean
Got makeup on my LV tee
Now, I'm not in the mood, KMT
Tired of screamin' "Free the guys"
But free up the guys in HMP
Free 31, prolly think this LV bag's for drip
Inside, got a loaded wap
Cheffed up a couple of man for
The love of the gang
They ain't even owe me back
Supporters pull up
But if I feel like you're not no fan
I'ma pop up my shank
Now, you gotta give me some reassurance
Safety first, I'ma pop it back
No caps, still screamin' out "Free big homie"
You know they gotta free big homie
Came out of jail, tryna buy him a burner
He don't wanna treat himself to a Rollie
All the local smokers know me
If you wanna get high, just phone me
Really and truly, I don't wanna see them
'Cah if I do then I might see Collie
Why you rap 'bout the T so much?
We all know you ain't put no snow in the 'Rex
Why you rap like you got you an M?
We all know you ain't put no body to bed
Run off with my man's ting, that's awkward
You prob' won't trust me again
Said to myself that I need me a hundred
First time that I touched me a ten
Same thing when I touched me a hundred
Still bring five years in the function
American tings double tap my 'Gram
I'm poppin' up, 'When you comin' to London?'
Them man talk 'bout the
Traphouse way too much
Still look like they need some fundin'
I was in Pentonville, no soc'
Choppin' up onions, rollin' dumplings
Did it in public, in front of the witness
They only come 'round for the litness
Used to give out pics all day
Now, I don't go day without takin' pictures
The window's gotta be tinted, why?
Opps got me on their hitlist
And cops got me on their wish list
Give them a time and place, it's Christmas
M try show me my girl's Insta
I told him "I already gave her the business"
Crash try put him to bed, but I missed it
That's no leg shot, gang, and I miss him
I ain't never been not sure
I'll do that bait on the mains
For one of my siblings
I don't know nothin' 'bout typin', dissin'
See you in person, now, he need stitches

(Fumez The Engineer)