A92 x Fumez the Engineer - Plugged In Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: A9Ksav] A92, Fumez the Engineer, Plugged In, gang Yo, Charlie, I like this one 92, baby, it's K [Verse 1: A9Ksav] I'll swing my arm in a figure of eight, or I won't leave till the whole clip empty Them boy ain't nuttin' but paigons, I can see why them boy love envy I want-I want-I want LV, Prada, or Gucci, I might just offend my opps in Fendi And when juice get spilled like soda, no, I won't say no words like Kenny [Verse 2: A9Dbo Fundz] My hand ting comin' like Corona, if it coughs twice then it's turnin' you pack They say that we come like athletes, circle your block and we do them laps All out attack, tryna get this paigon, all out attack in the fields, don't lack He thought hе was big like Mac till I pulled out this stick, tryna swing for backs [Verse 3: A92 BT] In the bando, no Kay, but I still makе K's from this Lyca sim The jake boys irritate my skin, can't put me in the bin, no comment, can't sing Don't sing like 6, don't snitch like 9 Still circle the 9 two times With a machine, no gym, tryna put him in the sky Make an opp boy fly, get whacked by mine [Verse 4: Offica] Where them at? Where them dey? Where the paigons? Make the boy's eyes look like an Asian Man, we get round there on any occasion, it ain't a ride out, it's an invasion And if you fuck with them, it's a simple equation, you're an opp boy, you're a paigon A ti lo a ti dé, more time when we slide round there, it's a quick ting, no calculation [Verse 5: A9Ksav] By God's grace, I don't end up a lifer, but I still slide, see me a real rider I ying-yang like China, rip 2 G's, make them drip like designer On the block, dressed in black like Chyna Fresh Air ones, see me in my sliders Hopefully, I ain't got to remind you, up the A and fuck the Niners Yo, I can't stand them boy from the 9 All they know is tell lies, tell lies, but their main boy got splashed, baptised And another 9 boy got hospitalised Any talk on the A get bun, drills get done by me and the guys Dbo tryna swing for backs, he can't swing for backs, so they stay inside [Verse 6: A9Dbo Fundz] Scar man's face like Al Pacino Buck-buck-buck into A and you can hold two on the paint, no free throw Bow, bow, now, the gun need reload Stuck in the trap with one eye open, hopin' the cats don't jugg that kilo Dbo Fundz, you can't miss me on road Fundz 'cause man's got green like Cee-Lo Bro-bro went and bust that gun, I don't think that he'll bust that case They say we don't slide to the B, but Foomey's gaff got smashed, no trace They left Rexy fightin' for his life, on a hospital bed, got chinged broad day A1 give her dick in her belly, which side is she on? Ask your paigon bae [Verse 7: A92 BT] About slide to the B, we slide to the B How many man got chased by we and lil' man Rose got got times 3? All the Niners watched them flee, was me and MZ tryna catch them tree Tryna switch it like OT Chi, but I'm in OT, tryna make this cheese I lurked down the B Town strip I was pissed that he didn't get hit Tell bro, "Rise that mash and spit", aim for his top, or aim for his wig I seen bro grab that stick, bally on his face, he's takin' that risk Let sticks beat like drum kit, pull up on them and pump it Tryna let it blow like trumpets at them muppets [Verse 8: Offica] Bro said to hold this stick, man, you need them muscles He let it spray like Mr. Muscles Chocolate ting from Belgium, Brussels She wanna go low, man, bring them bottles Wait, she wanna jiggle and wiggle This bad B one split in the middle Leng, bunda come fat, not little All my girls them sweet like Skittles Yo, baby, how you move like that? This gyalie wanna arch her back Go low, limbo, limbo, touch your toe, no Elvis, baby, when I rock and roll Me and my guys, we flow like the river Chat loose, get one in your liver, or maybe your intestine I got love for my gang, don't test man [Verse 9: A9Ksav] I got washed up opps, it's peak 'cause you man move gay, that's suttin' like Marvin Out in the town, tryna dish these foods Ends are hot, but these cats be starvin' We score them goals like FIFA, but we don't commentate like Martin No Taylor when we got down Swift Two more down, that's no more targets [Verse 10: A9Dbo Fundz] I do them in my Nike tracksuit and sliders, I do that there in my LV kicks Must be the one who's spreadin' this virus 'cause everyone knows that my flow's too sick OT flyin', we ridin' Out on the field, tryna catch me a prick Bando days, we spin 'round drivin' Wave this wand in my hand, no wiz [Verse 11: A92 BT] Ayy, I've been in the T with profit, bruck down buds, tryna make that profit They chat on the net and gossip, A92, we the hottest topic Shout SS for the pocket rocket D-B-O got the plug like socket I been 'round there on a madness Watch them dash, what happened to the badness? [Verse 12: Offica] In your block like, "Awon da oya b'ota" How many points have we scored in the last few weeks? Meji, merin, mefa On the ball, twenty-two on my back like Kaká Bro scores like Laca, shoot and they scatter Watch them man japa Boppity bop, boppity bop, gbe soke ju si le omo dancer [Outro] Fumez The Engineer