Pete x Bas x Fumez the Engineer - Plugged In

Yeah, Pete & Bas

Plugged In with Fumez (Nine, One)

Let's go, baby

Hello, girl, hello, darling

What's your name? And what's your number?

Beg your pardon? (Yeah)

Heated pool in the big back garden

Crate of the beers, I'm sinking 'em down and now I'm starving

Bop to the shop with a big kebab and a can of lager

Bossman knows me, I'll be back tomorrow

With a stack full of pinkies rolled up

That's for the drop last week

And a couple of shots of the neat

Cuttin' up deals in the business meet

She like me, she want me

She wanna come 'round and bonk me

Pull up to mine in her husband's car

She want me, she need me

She wanna come 'round and tease me

Pull up to mine midnight, half past

She wanna come drink with a geeza

Shot with a dealer, ride in the Beamer

She know I got rocks I sling off the curb

Big words and a slick demeanor

Jesus, baby

She been ringing on my phone like crazy

Easy, peasy

Big cakes to bake and I'm greedy

I came, I saw, I conquered

Waking up in me Gucci boxers

Couple of jabs with the one-two bang

I'll knock your block off (yeah)

Fling balls like Fredrick Flintoff

Clean shot, make a man dance and I don't mean TikTok

And that's them loons and that's them jills and that's that bright

And that's that swing and that's that left and that's my right (yeah)

Scope a man's head with me sniper sight

That's right, then it's pint and a fag and a dance on a Friday night

Pull up in a big Beamer, shoot shots on a man then I call cleaners

There's been a little spill on that block we was

Last week where the boys put them feelers

I just wanna bust shots on the block, Jesus

I just wanna whip white while I smash cans

I just wanna whip 'round with a few shooters

I just wanna few pints and a few fags

Big 16's and I blew that

Nah, son, you don't wanna do that

Son, shoulda known I'm a big deal

Son, shoulda run when he threw that, yeah

Pull up outside and a man gets fried

I'm banging that mash like English breakfast

Might just smash this car in a shop window

I don't give a, this one's rented

Oi, Pete, chuck us that can

Oi, Fumez, roll us a fag will ya?

Yeah, yeah

I'm in Spoons with a tune on the jukebox

Bird's been shaking the bunda, making me crazy

If the girl keeps going like this

Then I'm taking her home and we're making babies

Now, I don't mean to be rude but this party's dead

And I'm feeling wavey

So I might just slide to the cab, grab Sandra, Babs and Casey

Come on then, mate, let's jump in the cab, tell Mo to go faster

I'm hotboxing the Uber

If he complains, I'm punching the bastard

Spilt drink everywhere, now me phones died, pass me the bleeding charger

Smoking a biff of the finest grade

Now me head's twisted like a Rasta

Jump out the whip that cigarette lit

When I'm out on strip they run, they scarper

Grab that man and I'm shaving his head like a f- Turkish barber

Popped his noggin with the butt of the dotty

And his body foamed up like a bottle of Cava

Feds came 'round and I never said nada

Quick k-sh and I'm downing a lager

I never lost face when it came to throwing these fists

Got an head like a builders brick

I got fists like concrete slabs

Still knock a man down with a kung-fu kick

And I don't take sh- from a man, get chucked in a van, get dashed in a dusty skip

One side of the family's Irish

Tiocfaidh ár lá if he's taking the mick

Big bands in the building

Fill them cracks in the walls so the feds can't see that stash

Got a mash tucked under the tit for tat

And I tip my hat if he's talking grease

Please, I don't wanna spill his beans on the brand new carpet

The wife will lose it

Move it before I lose it

Get dark bruises all up in that leaky boat

Pull up in a blacked-out Benz and I whip out the nank

And man gets carved like roast

It ain't no joke, I ain't Dave Chappelle

Now, why's your girl been talking to me for?

Give her that seesaw, give her that up and down

And her back's so round, I grabbed it

Wrapped it, slapped it, stains on the mattress

Flip them packs and the cash I stashed it

Smacked that man with the back of the hand

These sovereigns turned him green like goblin

Meat she's gobbling, meat feast, popped in her mouth

And she can't get enough of this Joplin

Janis, I don't know the plan is

Smoked so much that I'm stuck in the planets

Speaking Spanish, hasta luego

Thumbs in his eyes get pressed like play-doh

Wife's been calling, how did your day go?

Can't call back, I'm in San Diego

Lil' mug tried it, you don't wanna ride it

Gave him the kiss of death, I ain't g- though

I ain't Fredo, don't wear tight little shirts like Bugzy

Lil' boy A- don't wanna get maced

S- mug get smashed in the face

Jaykae still didn't send his verse

S- get left in a casket case

(Fumez The Engineer)