Season Finale: Plugged In

Ayoludo

And you know a lot of people ask us "How is C Dot funded

And where do your get your money from?" The simple answer

Ay, Plugged In, Fumez The Engineer

Bow

I'm the one they blame for a lot of their pain

I'm a rassclart beast and I can't be tamed

Grim Reaper, how you think I got that name?

Man tape estates, man don't play games (no)

When gang got a drop but got there late

They dropped C-, so I can't complain

They all wan' know why I open heads

My zombie don't want nothin' but brains

Bring out the dots and bruck off the back

Cah I might just call this shotgun Shane

This - gripped the .12 gauge

Don't slip on the back road, get front paged (bow)

Don't need a salon to get man wigged

Just give him a shave and watch him fade

Free Armed Response, free Risky

Free T.Scam, free Smokeyy, free Broadday

R- was a minor setback

The killers home, all now they ain't get back

Music made them forget that

Two points elsewhere, you ain't no -

You ain't bring waps in gardens

Regularly use it, we take them marchin'

Reignited this beef, the verbal charge it

They done couple things, now S- in a casket

Get side by side or it's up and under

We rip flesh, we ain't worry about jumpers

He wanna risk so we hit him with a bumper

See him fly high, no point looking under

Spin this coupe, slow down, who's smoking?

I didn't do it like R- in motion

I hopped out the car while the whip was rollin'

Hop that fence on my breath and smoked him

Why you frontin'? You ain't no fucking gunman, cuz

Niggas can't say nun' about me 'cause

They seen or heard I'm a bun man, bun man

Skid 'round tryna get a pump

Cah I made man jump when I hit him with the humpty dump

This six shot one will turn into a sticky

One if I seen these guys, take Runts, punk

I ain't no eediat, step 'round there and just beat it

But I'ma step 'round there and just beat it

I squeeze it when I see a man (boy)

Then I'ma dash off when I got him

Peewee, my blood, man I love him, I got him

We got bad habits, we've got in common

Catch an opp then we pop him

I got locked in a box, he got put in a b-

It's a r- world, R- got hit with the ancient dots (bow)

Shotty gone way too rusty, grease that down with WD-40 (Grease it)

Don't leave your guns outside

We caught R- in a mash with 40 (40)

Size 12 boots, I got me a gym bag

Me and my team are sporty

And the way that I got down D-

The scars on him was way too naughty (eurgh)

.44 chunky stones, we done K- like twice

S- got fried, they put him on loan (they put him on sub)

They say I don't rap in a Irish accent

Well, fuck you, I'm already on top (don't care)

Who trap boy like Trapboy

Before I'll invest in jewels, I'll invest in a Glock (bow)

Gang's on top, grind don't stop

Rapping or robbing, anyting for the guap

Bando settings, I'm chilling with fiends

And them man know that you can't beef us

He love to flex online like Balotelli

But he saw us and shat himself

Oh my, he left his gyal, doesn't matter

She's a jezebel (Jezzy)

And I heard that the pum pum smell

That why I don't go for a R-girl

But I'll still take her, not to beat

I'll ching you down while she gives me a twirl

My bro DD fell in love with his tools

Fill up the car, let's glide on these fools (let's go)

Bro jump in the ped and drive it, vroom, vroom (ska, ska)

Bro roll-on man, bun man like a zoot

I'm addicted to smoke, ain't nothing like Snoop

My darg come tapped, he a young Ice Cube

I got sweets, tryna M2 yutes

Call it M&Ms get a sweety a two

Beefin' with me, man I hope you're ready

Don't play with your mental health

'Cause the mash will leave you with more than a headache

And mans got a stick like Tiger Woods

Leave a hole in one like Headie (woi, woi)

Aight, aye, steady, steady

Can't talk 'bout the things that we've done

'Cause mans on TV, now it gets techy

On the ride no talk, just adlibs

Bare, skrrt-skrrt, ching-ching, bow-bow (bow)

Dot dot's same size as Lil' Bow Wow

Stuff two cannons in I'm tryna wild out (find out)

Find out where you hang, gang gonna ride out

Ceemizz in my blunt I'm getting high now, hi now

Headshots, we don't sky 'round

Chest shot make a nigga lie down (lie down)

Everything real that a nigga write down

Big stainless steel make a nigga pipe down

This war is too real can never die down

If it ain't NB then I'm throwing f- down

I'm S-Pect better respect

Might get your head wet

Tryna come and G check

Tryna pick which bro had a colourful set

Turn b- purple when I see red (suwoop)

Ice cubes in a nice cold glass

And a Carta Blanca Bacardi white rum

In the bath with a bad ting

More birds than I just did last week

Money walks into me bank like dogs at a picnic party

I've been bringin' in the bacon, darling

Yeah, yeah, how come nobody's got flows like this then?

Good question, I don't know

See, I ain't got a clue when I move so-so

No way, we don't play no games

Get crossed when your circles lose like tic-tac-toe

None of them work like Pete & Bas

Got a bigger net worth than Peter Jones

Run up in his house and I kicked off the door

When the family's out and he's home on his own

Step in my Forces or my Jordans (stepper)

Man get pierced like Morgan

Do it this mornin' (yeah), now they're all mournin'

Coulda put more in, but it got borin' (yeah, bu-bu-bu-bu)

I put my all in

Opp block tourin', I'm like a foreign (skrr)

Four door (skrrt), four in, coulda put more in

But we just wanted to bang, we're whorin'

Still tryna do a man hashtag critically (du-du-du)

Peng browning called Tiffany

All on me and her bracelet looks Tiffany (oi, come here)

She gave me slop top in the drop top, nearly had an epiphany (woo)

This black hand ting is Russian (bap), the shined out kicks from Italy

The other side lit? I disagree

I know the opp boys all sick of me (HSQ)

Can't lie, I can't even blame them (Hitsquad baby)

Pepper that beef, like, tickle me (brrap, brrap)

I just come run and cause mayhem (bap, bap)

I gotta skeng in the AM

Or when it's late tryna catch me a paigon (bap, bap)

Ask me if dem man ride, it's blatant

I just say no, Ronald Reagan

Me and P like Freddy and Jason (gang)

Two man, two anglos, man shave it (woo)

In the two-point-two with two of my bruce

Three hours just lookin' for paigons (where they at?)

Wave it, man shave it

Do it with flair put your face in the papers (oi, oi)

Us man just done us a drill

Nostalgic, ain't done it in ages (bap, bap)

Fumez The Engineer