Cillian X Fumez the Engineer - Plugged In

Lyrics

[Intro] Cillian Plugged In Freestyle Shout out Fumez, shout out Pressplay Free the guys man Fuck the jakes Listen Part I [Verse] Wear Canada Goose but you don't get bankrolls And when R9 got bored He lost his shoe, he lost his rambo And if man hear this fizz And then this pop, there ain't no Tango Put four main opps in rizz I beg man stop, I am Diablo Saw dem yutes hop that fence Saw Young Deegz, I missed his afro Pulled up next door to the C We saw YP, we took his trap phone Them man aim at knees If that was me, I'm drenching backbones On the ride see CID I'm praying we can make it back home How the fuck could anyone ever try rate them? Most opps that talk on net Already been cheffed, dun know they're wastemen Young G's can still hold corn Or get crashed on, end up like Nathan When Pitch done ran him over Bet he thought that he met Satan Some opp boys pray to Allah But still feel calm to work with bacon When us man caught YP He said "No please, I ain't a paigon" Make opp boys drop on knees They scream and plead, but we still shave them When we saw him in the East Said, "Call the police" while he was on pavement Man swung my bat but I saw it missed him Man drench Muslims and Christians Big rambo or a fuck off kitchen Slide round, 3-0, or vision If we're on 'ped then dots get risen Should've seen that smile on my face When who killed Dots got got in prison Look, J-Man got bagged on a ride They know he's gang, they know he's violent Lil Slipz saw Fatz and ran Into his block, we know he's frightened Rambo next to my waist It won't fall down, my strings are tightened Swear Nedz was so damn fat When he got cheffed, they made him widen That chain looks more than fake It might just break, they ain't real diamonds Six feet under dirt He's buried in Turkey like one migrant When us man go on a ride See no one in sight, their ends are silent Double barrel with nice alignment Aim and make man burst like hydrant Part II [Verse] There's bare new opps, I hope that I see them We attack but they only defend We crash parties, turn up at events Fuck your friend, the ground is where he went Two opp blocks is where the whole team go Left their whip, it had to get repo'd Three man up attacking like Migos Grab this wap, back it then reload Slide in Bape, won't hide my face Still drench him on main road I'll shave his skin, put blades in him And even shave his canerows His head got trampled, left him mangled Made man look like Play-Doh When we pull up, they turn to dust I wonder how far they go? Ain't no limit to opp block visits Load that ting and then man drill it If we see them, the whip man spin it Wave this wand but this ain't Quidditch Them man fake, they always mimic Only truth up in my lyrics Slide on 'peds or Honda Civics They were opps, but they got finished Slide round there, I bet they die Two man up, with rambo knives We don't joke, we're taking lives Bet this poke can make you cry We pull up, the pagans dash Only run if bacon flash Gang saw their whip and made them crash Brand new wap, I paid in cash