CB - Plugged In w/ Fumez The Engineer Pt. 2

CB & Fumez The Engineer - Rap, Drill
CB - Plugged In w/ Fumez The Engineer Pt. 2
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[Part I] [Intro: CB] What we drinking? It's F28 baby Gaza, SF, Squeeze First Plugged In, Part 2 My nigga Fumez The Engineer You know the vibes You know the drill, don't get drilled innit? How is CDot funded and where do you get your money from? Listen, I ain't gonna' say too much man Run the ting Fumez man The simple answer? [Verse: CB] Really in the field like Call Of Duty Drilled that punk, it was necessary (Bubush) Step correct with the wap on deck I ran out of bine but the secondary He got got, it was legendary He got chinged go ask him who it was But you can't he's in the cemetery That boy caught a tan in February (Bubush) I'm so tired of all these lies Who's really rappin' what they live? (Who?) See him on the 6th I'll touch his wig I don't play fair nigga, I'll drill his kids Jump in the ride you know It's live Last time I did I got more than 25 This beef can't dead, I won't let it die (Never) We got 3 of them, they got none of mine (None of us) If I said It I mean it Step over there with the broom and sweep It He ain't bad he's been deceiving Everyone should've known better like Headie One (One) Go check the score on my resume We don't throw no hands like MMA Last time they saw me they saw the gauge (Bow) I scored more than you and all your mates Let's play hide and seek I'm seeking (Where they at?) Morning, evening, left him leaking Do it for the cause, no other reason Actually I'm lyin', love that feeling (I love it) Blood on my blade, still ain't clean it Splash him with this, catch diseases Or I'll glee it families grieving All courtesy of my demons They ain't 'been riding, them man hidin' Can't stand newplates, it's getting tirin' (I hate them) If I don't pack him when I see him That'll be the day CB retires (On my life) Talking mileage I've done loads Crashings, splashings, done 'em both He got wapped and wrapped he's a fucking joke He made a career of getting domed (Jokeman) Mention my mum must have a death wish For that one there I'll catch a sentence Saw him in jail when that nigga froze After all that talk didn't get no vengeance (Hah) These niggas lie I tell the truth Get a drop on them I'll leave the booth (Where they at?) These niggas don't learn till they hit the news No mercy I'll show you what drillers do Done It with a kitchen Done It with a axe (Done that) Done It with a flick ting Done It with a ramz (Done that) Done It with a ZK Done It with a wap (Done that) When I was in jail I done it with my hands (Done that) Done It on a free flow Done It on the landing (Done that) Done It on my Jack Jones Done It with the mandem (Done that) Done It on a visit infront of the cameras (Done that) Done him on road and jail, that's standard (No lies) Nigga don't play with your life Rollin' dice, now you might pay the price Yeah I already raised the crime Go ask the guys, done that numerous times (All the time) Hope out the ride Done It already, hold that steady Aim up high Don't do leggies, get him at brekky Full English with a side of Bine (Bubush) Fumez The Engineer [Part II] [Verse: CB] Never been a one for a verbal I ain't really into the talkin', let's go get 'em (Where they at?) Taught that boy a lesson cocked that back and pressed it That's another point Scoreboard needs a mending Made man shake like Nesquik He didn't pack, trust that was the intention Them man pups, we veterans, standard Tired up all these liars And all these guys Thinking that they're on violence Ask them who have they wapped? Who have they splashed? Everyone goes quiet You can ask Gold Line cabs if the gang done mileage Bossman saw that knifin' Now we just pull up on violence No Viagra but I just keep on risin' (Bubush) If I sight that punk he's tired Won't stop 'till I close them eyelids Let me get up, close and personal Trust me I won't stop firin' Empty the clip then load it up Then empty the clip again and again We squeeze first and bang on them More time it's them that need to revenge (They know) No one on, I'll need to attend Ever take an L, I'll go and admit It Bro took an L, went round there next day, hospital got a new victim (Facts) Let's go fishing, let's go drilling One wap in the car, me who's gripping Need more hands to count my chingings And most of them were attempted killings (Splash) Savage known for the double tappin' Cappin', that's what they do when they're rappin' Active, CV's far from average Splash him, whole of my blade, no fraction Madness made man drip like fashion Passion, that's what I do when I'm bangin' Action, lot of them words I'm crashin' Catch him put him on a Evening Standard "Who's that yute? Hey spin that around" I'mma drill that punk again and again (Spin that) Saw it was opps could be an opp, if not, at least they're a friend of a friend Give man all of my bine and all of my knife Can't say we ain't generous men We Squeeze First, ask questions later Why do you think they call us SF Jump in the ride, it's live, can't say that we ain't outside, if I said it I meant it He got drilled, story got remixed Next time I won't stop gleeing Who don't hear might feel it, love that feeling Put him on a paper so everyone can read It Real-life demon, give me a reason and go there again and repeat it (On my life) That's normal, done that boy so awful He got shaved 'cah *** another thought he was immortal Opps get got, that's plural Hit him with the stick like pool balls We ain't been loosin' them man lyin' Before it was amusing now I'm just tired Come on we don't do bootings If it's just music how come police are intrusive, stupid Check the gun crime in Newham Everyone knows we do this (Bubush) Opps and police included Broad day booting's left them clueless They shot at my friend, I shot one of them That's what's called justice Must be high If you thought that there weren't going to be repercussions Everyone knows who done It Don't ask me, best ask them Made him drip like FARFETCH We flag blue, left him red Like blue and red, like Clark Kent If I'm outside and they're outside How come them man ain't dead Common sense, someone's lying it ain't us, must be them (Gaza) [Outro] Fumez the Engineer
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