Horrid1, Sav'O - Plugged In lyrics
[Horrid1, Sav'O - Plugged In lyrics]
Yo, free the fucking guys though, you know the ting (Gang)
Big MVM (Bluwuu), Sav'O, you know the fucking ting, man
We're not just Plugged In with Fumez right now though
We're plugged in everywhere, yeah
Fuck the opps, man
You know the fucking ting, man
What you saying, the mandem's got the Cali?
Ay roll that up man, roll up the fucking Cali
Listen, look
So much jail in the past four years
Man fuck the jakes, they need to stop it
They slap me in jail for any little thing that happens on streets, they know I'm a problem
Catch me an M with my S and phone him G, splash that up, no options
Anybody talking shit on the P, it's me, they'll see we're the longest
Fredo, yo, drill him, drill him, where's Box12? Wanna kill him (Kill him)
Keep the mash well hidden, jump out on dingers, pivot, broski hit him
Man I step with sinners, drillers (Drillers)
Five times on the wing lining up for dinners
TY stepped on the wing with his chest so high, you'd have thought that I hang with gorillas
I bored man's spine and he dropped in the bush
I splashed so much opps on E-wing
If I was on FIFA that's 99 jook, I'm reacting violent when buttons are pushed
Get blammed out your blue stone, lack for the puss
Nuttin' new been a sav from primary, bare violence didn't care about books
That's bare knifings, bare blood on my jucks
I'm back on roads and I'm making it known
I get niggas down and I'm still getting dough
Who said that you can't do both?
Try slide on the guys, you ain't making it home
Man hop out the Benz that's spragga
Mans got tools, bare nails for the hammer
In the large coat like Michael Dapaah
Black like Panther, turn man ghost like Casper
They see Horrid1 and they panic
I meant that, when I cheff that
Tryna put the whole rambo in his neck-back
Get back, don't get hit with this lead fam
Lay your hand on bro, you're a dead man
I said that
Trust me, you'll regret that
I watch Quickz on his knees just beg man, praying
"Huncho don't cheff man"
I done jail on my own, I done jail with the gang, I don't need no one around to be bad, it's sad I can't rely on the gang
But I had some P just stashed on the road, I made mum send food at bank, now I'm good for camps
Yo, don't get comfy on the wing if you ain't my gang, I've smashed up man for bants
Been chingy since school, bare man can vouch, just used my ching now the 'copter's out
Splash that up, why's dookie screaming? I keep splashin' til I hear no sound
We got niggas down from jail to road
Bare bandwagon yutes who we beefin' now?
Stop talkin' 'bout trappin' and drillin', you don't do none, pop down, you're down and out
You're not on it, be honest
You ain't on smoke so don't act like you're on that
The opp block's vacant, yo where the opps at?
Step 4K, only aim is to drop that
Yo let me cop that, I want that, soon as I want it the man ain't got that
If she ain't got back, no I won't chop dat
He got got and all now he ain't got back
My broski smokes so much loud like Snoop, it's dog that he's billin' up
Two shanks on the mains man done it broad day, made the ambulance pick him up
You miss TeeWizz? Go dig him up
Know the opps and the Feds are sick of us
'Cause the pagans all been touched and the police can't get rid of us
Everyone that I cheff seems to jump off road
I left my man in an absolute mess, life support machine, was tense and stressed
"Fuck that shit, can't go through it again" - that's what they say when they're stretched in a hospital bed surrounded by all their friends
A couple man from the ends were moving wet in this beef, the man got put on the bench
Any time that I step out I'm aiming for murder
Striker, Luger, he a lurker
Two with one dap tap that burner
It could be petty, I'm taking it further
The beef ain't petty, my batch get cheffy
Go and ask Dappz how I left man curl up
Just saw a snap of the opps tryna turn up
Party done when the gangdem turn up
Suck ya mother, pussy
Party's done, gang business man
We made the parties done, we made the fuckin' parties done
I wish my name was on that list, man would have crossed it off
We made the west wild
Fumez the Engineer
Big MVM (Bluwuu), Sav'O, you know the fucking ting, man
We're not just Plugged In with Fumez right now though
We're plugged in everywhere, yeah
Fuck the opps, man
You know the fucking ting, man
What you saying, the mandem's got the Cali?
Ay roll that up man, roll up the fucking Cali
Listen, look
So much jail in the past four years
Man fuck the jakes, they need to stop it
They slap me in jail for any little thing that happens on streets, they know I'm a problem
Catch me an M with my S and phone him G, splash that up, no options
Anybody talking shit on the P, it's me, they'll see we're the longest
Fredo, yo, drill him, drill him, where's Box12? Wanna kill him (Kill him)
Keep the mash well hidden, jump out on dingers, pivot, broski hit him
Man I step with sinners, drillers (Drillers)
Five times on the wing lining up for dinners
TY stepped on the wing with his chest so high, you'd have thought that I hang with gorillas
I bored man's spine and he dropped in the bush
I splashed so much opps on E-wing
If I was on FIFA that's 99 jook, I'm reacting violent when buttons are pushed
Get blammed out your blue stone, lack for the puss
Nuttin' new been a sav from primary, bare violence didn't care about books
That's bare knifings, bare blood on my jucks
I'm back on roads and I'm making it known
I get niggas down and I'm still getting dough
Who said that you can't do both?
Try slide on the guys, you ain't making it home
Man hop out the Benz that's spragga
Mans got tools, bare nails for the hammer
In the large coat like Michael Dapaah
Black like Panther, turn man ghost like Casper
They see Horrid1 and they panic
I meant that, when I cheff that
Tryna put the whole rambo in his neck-back
Get back, don't get hit with this lead fam
Lay your hand on bro, you're a dead man
I said that
Trust me, you'll regret that
I watch Quickz on his knees just beg man, praying
"Huncho don't cheff man"
I done jail on my own, I done jail with the gang, I don't need no one around to be bad, it's sad I can't rely on the gang
But I had some P just stashed on the road, I made mum send food at bank, now I'm good for camps
Yo, don't get comfy on the wing if you ain't my gang, I've smashed up man for bants
Been chingy since school, bare man can vouch, just used my ching now the 'copter's out
Splash that up, why's dookie screaming? I keep splashin' til I hear no sound
We got niggas down from jail to road
Bare bandwagon yutes who we beefin' now?
Stop talkin' 'bout trappin' and drillin', you don't do none, pop down, you're down and out
You're not on it, be honest
You ain't on smoke so don't act like you're on that
The opp block's vacant, yo where the opps at?
Step 4K, only aim is to drop that
Yo let me cop that, I want that, soon as I want it the man ain't got that
If she ain't got back, no I won't chop dat
He got got and all now he ain't got back
My broski smokes so much loud like Snoop, it's dog that he's billin' up
Two shanks on the mains man done it broad day, made the ambulance pick him up
You miss TeeWizz? Go dig him up
Know the opps and the Feds are sick of us
'Cause the pagans all been touched and the police can't get rid of us
Everyone that I cheff seems to jump off road
I left my man in an absolute mess, life support machine, was tense and stressed
"Fuck that shit, can't go through it again" - that's what they say when they're stretched in a hospital bed surrounded by all their friends
A couple man from the ends were moving wet in this beef, the man got put on the bench
Any time that I step out I'm aiming for murder
Striker, Luger, he a lurker
Two with one dap tap that burner
It could be petty, I'm taking it further
The beef ain't petty, my batch get cheffy
Go and ask Dappz how I left man curl up
Just saw a snap of the opps tryna turn up
Party done when the gangdem turn up
Suck ya mother, pussy
Party's done, gang business man
We made the parties done, we made the fuckin' parties done
I wish my name was on that list, man would have crossed it off
We made the west wild
Fumez the Engineer