C1 x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In Freestyle
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Fumez, Plugged In
C1, LT
Yeah
H1K made this
Let's go
I try M one on the beat, but my man knows how to use his feet
Leng one 5 foot 3, she knows if it weren't by me, it was B
I can't stand these neeks
Denied getting fried and believe their lies
I can't see none on the drive
Can we just circle 4 more times?
She knows that I like when she licks it
All in her mouth, it's wet like a christening
If gang patterning a dims quick
Nothing round here, we ain't going there, quick fit
I ain't on chattings and bro's not neither
Them man just follow their leader
I heard this ding's a 3 litre
Now I want skid, move eager
You ain't ever been there, back and forth
Circle bus, from jail to court
From court to jail
You know a man's pissed when he ain't gettingbail
Buy drugs and sell
Big boy waps round there aswell
She wants Louis, Gucci, Chanel
You know how it goes in her boujie world
I ain't never going on dates
I'm going up town with this anglo blade
Me and my mates, any estate
Bro press play, let's see how it ends I could never feel sorry for them
You're buzzing, can we just ride again?
And again, and again?
Anywhere we ride on them
Ten toes on my block, or it could be ten toes on your block
Suttin got hit with the dots
Can't stand up, everyone knows it's gang stuff
I can't end up bankrupt
Chop that down and get my bands up
Make sure that you have your bands up
Don't be brass out here with your hands out
Shake what your marjay gave you You already know what you're on, don't act
We leave opps on the curb, all slumped
Collapse, anywhere we glide with waps
We put shotguns straight in diners
And these man always run from yingers
It's tiring, chasing sprinters
Ay bro, let's bang that mash
LTH to the world and back, and they still wanna act like fags
Most of the opps are fans
They ain't done shit since Rose been blammed
Bro pose for the cam
It's the runner man, nah
I can't get swammed
I ain't going out like them man
Straight chestshots, I ain't throwing no hands
I was with [?] playing with the Pyrex
Now I'm just chopping down yam I don't wanna hear 'it jammed' Riding, sliding, pop them doors She wants to know bout a Tulse Hill tug I can't wish what I had in a store
Your heart weren't in it, they ain't on drillings
I'm comfy on my jack like Branning
You don't wanna se me rise to the max
Free M, and that's facts
All of my niggas maintaining stack
Most likely they're bored
Countless opp block tours
Mind out if the shotgun sawed
Bruckdown Mini or Ford
Safe, the mandem's coming for your's
Don't be pissed cah we back our talk
She best know how to park this 4s
Why they Young Slim cah he juiced this ching
I ain't ever seen what you've done with yours
Don't stunt, ride for the cause
Bruck it, set it and whine some more
Buy nuff' trackies and buy one more
Gangdem filled to the brim
They do it for the socials
Lurking around, can't see no souls
Everyone knows who's scoring goals
Bro banged off but he missed, hit post
Next time around, sutting burnt like toast
We do drills, nah g, we don't boast
The talking ting, leave that for the hoes
Fumez the Engineer
C1, LT
Yeah
H1K made this
Let's go
I try M one on the beat, but my man knows how to use his feet
Leng one 5 foot 3, she knows if it weren't by me, it was B
I can't stand these neeks
Denied getting fried and believe their lies
I can't see none on the drive
Can we just circle 4 more times?
She knows that I like when she licks it
All in her mouth, it's wet like a christening
If gang patterning a dims quick
Nothing round here, we ain't going there, quick fit
I ain't on chattings and bro's not neither
Them man just follow their leader
I heard this ding's a 3 litre
Now I want skid, move eager
You ain't ever been there, back and forth
Circle bus, from jail to court
From court to jail
You know a man's pissed when he ain't gettingbail
Buy drugs and sell
Big boy waps round there aswell
She wants Louis, Gucci, Chanel
You know how it goes in her boujie world
I ain't never going on dates
I'm going up town with this anglo blade
Me and my mates, any estate
Bro press play, let's see how it ends I could never feel sorry for them
You're buzzing, can we just ride again?
And again, and again?
Anywhere we ride on them
Ten toes on my block, or it could be ten toes on your block
Suttin got hit with the dots
Can't stand up, everyone knows it's gang stuff
I can't end up bankrupt
Chop that down and get my bands up
Make sure that you have your bands up
Don't be brass out here with your hands out
Shake what your marjay gave you You already know what you're on, don't act
We leave opps on the curb, all slumped
Collapse, anywhere we glide with waps
We put shotguns straight in diners
And these man always run from yingers
It's tiring, chasing sprinters
Ay bro, let's bang that mash
LTH to the world and back, and they still wanna act like fags
Most of the opps are fans
They ain't done shit since Rose been blammed
Bro pose for the cam
It's the runner man, nah
I can't get swammed
I ain't going out like them man
Straight chestshots, I ain't throwing no hands
I was with [?] playing with the Pyrex
Now I'm just chopping down yam I don't wanna hear 'it jammed' Riding, sliding, pop them doors She wants to know bout a Tulse Hill tug I can't wish what I had in a store
Your heart weren't in it, they ain't on drillings
I'm comfy on my jack like Branning
You don't wanna se me rise to the max
Free M, and that's facts
All of my niggas maintaining stack
Most likely they're bored
Countless opp block tours
Mind out if the shotgun sawed
Bruckdown Mini or Ford
Safe, the mandem's coming for your's
Don't be pissed cah we back our talk
She best know how to park this 4s
Why they Young Slim cah he juiced this ching
I ain't ever seen what you've done with yours
Don't stunt, ride for the cause
Bruck it, set it and whine some more
Buy nuff' trackies and buy one more
Gangdem filled to the brim
They do it for the socials
Lurking around, can't see no souls
Everyone knows who's scoring goals
Bro banged off but he missed, hit post
Next time around, sutting burnt like toast
We do drills, nah g, we don't boast
The talking ting, leave that for the hoes
Fumez the Engineer
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.40] Fumez, Plugged In
[00:04.82] C1, LT
[00:07.92] Yeah
[00:10.70] H1K made this
[00:12.44] Let's go
[00:14.16] I try M one on the beat, but my man knows how to use his feet
[00:17.80] Leng one 5 foot 3, she knows if it weren't by me, it was B
[00:20.92] I can't stand these neeks
[00:23.92] Denied getting fried and believe their lies
[00:24.85] I can't see none on the drive
[00:25.92] Can we just circle 4 more times?
[00:27.67] She knows that I like when she licks it
[00:29.11] All in her mouth, it's wet like a christening
[00:31.09] If gang patterning a dims quick
[00:33.55] Nothing round here, we ain't going there, quick fit
[00:36.69] I ain't on chattings and bro's not neither
[00:38.39] Them man just follow their leader
[00:41.05] I heard this ding's a 3 litre
[00:41.84] Now I want skid, move eager
[00:45.74] You ain't ever been there, back and forth
[00:47.34] Circle bus, from jail to court
[00:48.45] From court to jail
[00:49.58] You know a man's pissed when he ain't gettingbail
[00:50.55] Buy drugs and sell
[00:51.81] Big boy waps round there aswell
[00:52.77] She wants Louis, Gucci, Chanel
[00:53.72] You know how it goes in her boujie world
[00:55.33] I ain't never going on dates
[00:56.15] I'm going up town with this anglo blade
[00:57.07] Me and my mates, any estate
[00:58.38] Bro press play, let's see how it ends I could never feel sorry for them
[01:01.30] You're buzzing, can we just ride again?
[01:04.29] And again, and again?
[01:05.42] Anywhere we ride on them
[01:08.03] Ten toes on my block, or it could be ten toes on your block
[01:10.28] Suttin got hit with the dots
[01:12.99] Can't stand up, everyone knows it's gang stuff
[01:14.20] I can't end up bankrupt
[01:16.21] Chop that down and get my bands up
[01:17.97] Make sure that you have your bands up
[01:20.13] Don't be brass out here with your hands out
[01:21.26] Shake what your marjay gave you You already know what you're on, don't act
[01:23.12] We leave opps on the curb, all slumped
[01:26.35] Collapse, anywhere we glide with waps
[01:27.95] We put shotguns straight in diners
[01:30.59] And these man always run from yingers
[01:31.67] It's tiring, chasing sprinters
[01:33.36] Ay bro, let's bang that mash
[01:35.17] LTH to the world and back, and they still wanna act like fags
[01:38.06] Most of the opps are fans
[01:40.03] They ain't done shit since Rose been blammed
[01:41.72] Bro pose for the cam
[01:44.05] It's the runner man, nah
[01:45.64] I can't get swammed
[01:48.09] I ain't going out like them man
[01:49.85] Straight chestshots, I ain't throwing no hands
[01:50.59] I was with [?] playing with the Pyrex
[01:52.03] Now I'm just chopping down yam I don't wanna hear 'it jammed' Riding, sliding, pop them doors She wants to know bout a Tulse Hill tug I can't wish what I had in a store
[01:58.48] Your heart weren't in it, they ain't on drillings
[02:04.53] I'm comfy on my jack like Branning
[02:05.78] You don't wanna se me rise to the max
[02:08.35] Free M, and that's facts
[02:10.23] All of my niggas maintaining stack
[02:11.07] Most likely they're bored
[02:12.17] Countless opp block tours
[02:12.76] Mind out if the shotgun sawed
[02:13.57] Bruckdown Mini or Ford
[02:13.96] Safe, the mandem's coming for your's
[02:14.96] Don't be pissed cah we back our talk
[02:15.57] She best know how to park this 4s
[02:16.23] Why they Young Slim cah he juiced this ching
[02:17.60] I ain't ever seen what you've done with yours
[02:18.43] Don't stunt, ride for the cause
[02:18.75] Bruck it, set it and whine some more
[02:19.55] Buy nuff' trackies and buy one more
[02:20.68] Gangdem filled to the brim
[02:22.03] They do it for the socials
[02:24.52] Lurking around, can't see no souls
[02:25.84] Everyone knows who's scoring goals
[02:26.60] Bro banged off but he missed, hit post
[02:27.88] Next time around, sutting burnt like toast
[02:29.88] We do drills, nah g, we don't boast
[02:30.62] The talking ting, leave that for the hoes
[02:44.43] Fumez the Engineer
[02:46.92]
[00:04.82] C1, LT
[00:07.92] Yeah
[00:10.70] H1K made this
[00:12.44] Let's go
[00:14.16] I try M one on the beat, but my man knows how to use his feet
[00:17.80] Leng one 5 foot 3, she knows if it weren't by me, it was B
[00:20.92] I can't stand these neeks
[00:23.92] Denied getting fried and believe their lies
[00:24.85] I can't see none on the drive
[00:25.92] Can we just circle 4 more times?
[00:27.67] She knows that I like when she licks it
[00:29.11] All in her mouth, it's wet like a christening
[00:31.09] If gang patterning a dims quick
[00:33.55] Nothing round here, we ain't going there, quick fit
[00:36.69] I ain't on chattings and bro's not neither
[00:38.39] Them man just follow their leader
[00:41.05] I heard this ding's a 3 litre
[00:41.84] Now I want skid, move eager
[00:45.74] You ain't ever been there, back and forth
[00:47.34] Circle bus, from jail to court
[00:48.45] From court to jail
[00:49.58] You know a man's pissed when he ain't gettingbail
[00:50.55] Buy drugs and sell
[00:51.81] Big boy waps round there aswell
[00:52.77] She wants Louis, Gucci, Chanel
[00:53.72] You know how it goes in her boujie world
[00:55.33] I ain't never going on dates
[00:56.15] I'm going up town with this anglo blade
[00:57.07] Me and my mates, any estate
[00:58.38] Bro press play, let's see how it ends I could never feel sorry for them
[01:01.30] You're buzzing, can we just ride again?
[01:04.29] And again, and again?
[01:05.42] Anywhere we ride on them
[01:08.03] Ten toes on my block, or it could be ten toes on your block
[01:10.28] Suttin got hit with the dots
[01:12.99] Can't stand up, everyone knows it's gang stuff
[01:14.20] I can't end up bankrupt
[01:16.21] Chop that down and get my bands up
[01:17.97] Make sure that you have your bands up
[01:20.13] Don't be brass out here with your hands out
[01:21.26] Shake what your marjay gave you You already know what you're on, don't act
[01:23.12] We leave opps on the curb, all slumped
[01:26.35] Collapse, anywhere we glide with waps
[01:27.95] We put shotguns straight in diners
[01:30.59] And these man always run from yingers
[01:31.67] It's tiring, chasing sprinters
[01:33.36] Ay bro, let's bang that mash
[01:35.17] LTH to the world and back, and they still wanna act like fags
[01:38.06] Most of the opps are fans
[01:40.03] They ain't done shit since Rose been blammed
[01:41.72] Bro pose for the cam
[01:44.05] It's the runner man, nah
[01:45.64] I can't get swammed
[01:48.09] I ain't going out like them man
[01:49.85] Straight chestshots, I ain't throwing no hands
[01:50.59] I was with [?] playing with the Pyrex
[01:52.03] Now I'm just chopping down yam I don't wanna hear 'it jammed' Riding, sliding, pop them doors She wants to know bout a Tulse Hill tug I can't wish what I had in a store
[01:58.48] Your heart weren't in it, they ain't on drillings
[02:04.53] I'm comfy on my jack like Branning
[02:05.78] You don't wanna se me rise to the max
[02:08.35] Free M, and that's facts
[02:10.23] All of my niggas maintaining stack
[02:11.07] Most likely they're bored
[02:12.17] Countless opp block tours
[02:12.76] Mind out if the shotgun sawed
[02:13.57] Bruckdown Mini or Ford
[02:13.96] Safe, the mandem's coming for your's
[02:14.96] Don't be pissed cah we back our talk
[02:15.57] She best know how to park this 4s
[02:16.23] Why they Young Slim cah he juiced this ching
[02:17.60] I ain't ever seen what you've done with yours
[02:18.43] Don't stunt, ride for the cause
[02:18.75] Bruck it, set it and whine some more
[02:19.55] Buy nuff' trackies and buy one more
[02:20.68] Gangdem filled to the brim
[02:22.03] They do it for the socials
[02:24.52] Lurking around, can't see no souls
[02:25.84] Everyone knows who's scoring goals
[02:26.60] Bro banged off but he missed, hit post
[02:27.88] Next time around, sutting burnt like toast
[02:29.88] We do drills, nah g, we don't boast
[02:30.62] The talking ting, leave that for the hoes
[02:44.43] Fumez the Engineer
[02:46.92]