AKZ OFB x Fumez the Engineer- Plugged In Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] OFB shit Plugged in Shoutout Fumez Ayo TR, go brazy on these niggas man Ya get me? Lies down you know Free my OFB's Gang shit Aye [Verse] Might have to drill this bait on the mains, so I might have to burn this trackie Man get smoked with their aki Red dot on your head, no rasclaat paki (What the bludclaat?) I stepped in the dance with my akhis Got his Rambo so we might get splashy (Ching) I don't step with no half-heart yutes, I step with drillas so you know we get tappy Lamppost got bun in the mains, I was happy Smiling under my bally (Screaming) Give it to broski Bug, knows how to aim and bun man gladly Had the smoke on my waist in the alley She saying 'Lies down' and she calling me daddy (L's down) I said, "Bruck your back for clappy" Got it locked up but he'll soon with dappy I just put some Lampz in my baggies Seal that shit now I'm selling mans cali (Aye what you on) Jojo got bun from the backseat Coulda been him and Lampz in a cali (Mazza) Don't like no verbal, it mads me, splash man down for being too chatty I done ducked man down on the mains, so I beg man don't try rasclaat at me (Highroad) It's a Friday night in the Nizz, got the Glock on me, and I got a little magis (Shit) Got a drop on the O so I'm happy Take one out, that's one off the tally Free Slim got him locked in jail, I was locked with him We was tryna get crashy Yo, Broadwater Farm too crashy, slide through the Nizz and we slide right back G Nuff man just think it's a joke, till a man get packed and left as ash G (Packed) I had one nitty called Ashley, gave man drops so I gave him packs free (What you on?) What you know about stain out the whip cause the dings ain't got no tints in the backseat Bucked LR, he turned athlete, running away start singing like Dappy (Runner) Peppers and spices patty, heat man up in on the mains, too scatty JMan got bored at Fatty's The man there really done fed him the rammy (Ay, eat that) Anglo Arms man carry, my nan 'ready knows what I'm on I'm a bad breed Spill some juice like cranberry, shoot up the scene like I'm Pressplay Danny Foot on the gas like rally, [?] really done sits like a fanny (Skrrt) Make it hit man's chest like brandy Spill some juice, leave him red like Manny These sweets come fat, no candy Fuck Snapchat, don't save no chats G When I glide, moretimes it's backseat 007 and always get tappy (Twins) Step, drill it Big dotty in the ride goes 'ribbit' Have you jumping around, don't fidget No nursery ting, just sit and listen (Ay, sit) Hold this bine, man's hitting Corn come fat when I hit from the Smithon I ain't talking 'bout corn from the kitchen Man get smoked for the way that they're spitting I don't like them yutes over there Cah them yutes over there love sing like bitches (Sinners) Can't stand no funny little yutes So I don't really mind just burning that bridge quick Some John Wick shit when I hit him Hit man's rass, get tick off the hitlist Leave man to swim like fishes Broadwater Farm, that's uptown flicking Waps, drills, different Headie One ting cah ain't it different? Can't flick like us, stop flicking Have your fun now cah you'll soon be digging Bun on the mains, no kidding Hold some bine, now he's Madeleine missing The dotts come fat like Griffin Free all the opps that are locked in prison I couldn't give a fuck if you're younger than me I'll still wet man up for the disses I'm a little tapped yute, I'm wicked OFB'k? Must be smoking a big spliff I ain't into this verbal ting Could've said more names but I'm not really with it L's down, stop the beat, I'm finished Soon link up, them boy just image [Outro] Fumez The Engineer