Cristale x TeeZandos x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In

The Fumez in the stu' come loud

Fuck the clout, we're plugged in

Plugged in with Fumez, yea (grr)

(Grrrrr)

Yo, I'm live, and I just got bine (I'm live)

Don't bring a hammer inside

It's fine, the gang know I'm one of a kind

I've beat off this mash like a million times (grr)

Bad on my J's, but I'm badder with slime

Bro got a Mash in his hand on the sly

Hmm, he's nice, but he's getting excited

We know he ain't about that life

If I said it's on sight, then you show up

Never cared for the fame, I just blow up

Bredrin's sick in his head, I'ma throw up

He left a big hole in the middle, no donut

Baking, been tryna get all my dough up

Short temper, no I don't wanna grow up

I don't care what they wanted to show us

I don't want to speak, cause the feds wanna know us

I'm TeeZandos, Zandos on go, (go!)

I been outside, tryna double up

Chest shot huddle up, wipe man's nose

You spoke in the station, you're breaking the code

And you know I can kill a man lyrically?

You can't know what I get done physically

I left the scene and the crowd's IDing me (brrr)

Show me a thing with my booting ability (huh!)

We bring smoke to the function, me and Ree

And I love bang bang (like TNT)

I hate Undies, I know when they're preeing me

Sat in a cell thinking, 'When are you freeing me?' (ha-a)

Five-foot, brown eyes, getting whiplash (hoa!)

Gamble your life, didn't bring cash (hoa!)

She said, "Your boy didn't dig that"

No Filly 9.50, that's big cap (brr)

She got creases like an Air Force 1

Buy them both black, they don't ever mismatch (m-m)

Toys growing up, 'cause they never miss matches

This drops, this drop, table for the dispatch

I work too hard never ever relax

Like Rosa Parks, I don't ever sit back

Bro keep two sticks in the ride like Twix

And he fling them packs when he see a Kit-Kat

If you didn't wanna anguished

You shouldn't have run

Poor aunties lost innocent sons

And I know I'm his bro, but he had to get burnt

And I think it's more peak 'cause he gave me the (shh)

Now he's calling me Fergy 'cause I got a feeling

Hmm, and the feeling's appealing

Make a man lie down with no sexual healing

I hope he don't know what he's feeling (whoa!)

The rum is its portions portant

And if they ain't gang, then I just can't roll with them bro

In the back with the blickys loading them

Sliming them man on no 'Nickelodeon'

Yeah, I come from the jungle, not humble

I give bitches reasons to get up and rap (you know)

And to think I was quitting this year, they're digging my ting

So I'm bringing it back

The line rung like those for a short-by show

And they asked for me? (Me)

I was outside with the guys and swinging my knife in the age of 15 (hmm)

I'm outside, gerrup (grrr)

I'm on time, gerrup (grrr)

He got a sad, gerrup

And if you really got bangin'

You better gerrup

(Fumez The Engineer)