Mazza L20 - Plugged In w/ Fumez The Engineer

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Mazza L20] (What we—) What we drinkin'? It's F28, baby What'd you mean you're putting bullets in your strap? I'll put suttin' in the clip and let it squeeze, pull it back, let it clap (Lee, you so crazy) [Verse: Mazza L20] I'm from a city, mizzy night was like the purge He tried to run me over 'til I caught him slippin' with his bird He got shot and still survived, that's a gift and a curse Factor fifty for that .12 gauge, third degree burns Every night like Halloween, don't be making wrong turns Turn you to a scary movie if you're with the wrong firm Grew up with the lifers, bro, we got long terms I've met the realest of kids, bro, they don't belong there Don't judge a book by it's covеr, why? I've got long hair I'll get your boy to set you up and light you up, it's not fair (I-I-I—) I'm still with thе savages, we'll rob your Moncler And take the shoes off your feet and all the watches that you wear So don't be actin' like it's optional to work Leave them in the hospital, cause' if I don't they won't learn And what'd you mean you're putting bullets in your strap? I'll put somethin' in the clip and let it squeeze, pull it back, let it clap They've been fuckin' with the flow because it slaps, fuck the rats You can go and ask your bro, he got attacked And if it wasn't me, then I probably got him slashed I'm like Zorro in a mask, hear it bang, see the flash They're like, ''Mazza done a mazza, now he's back again'' Plugged in with Fumez, fuck the rats, I had to slap at them Free Flock, he's in the wock, he's gotta serve a wreck He calls himself the realest, but I don't believe a word he said (Lee, you so crazy) Ask him where he's from, he's not a Scouser, he's from Birkenhead Don't be tryna tell me 'bout no bootings if he's nearly dead Do it on Surron's, but when we done it, we was burnin' peds Gangster's on the net, but in the flesh they're a nervous wreck My boy just got released and copped a spinner, I know where it's kept I'm praying that they slip, I watch the news, who's gettin' **** next? Who's gettin' **** next? [Part II] [Intro: Mazza L20] Hehehe C7 made this What we drinking? It's F28, baby Plugged in with Fumez, tell the opps to stick to the tunes [Verse: Mazza L20] (Whe-whe-whe-whe—) When **** got slashed, got more than a plaster They said I'm a cheeky bastard **** got slapped with the star like Patrick **** got shot in the chest and backflipped Me and two done three, one hattrick Jumped in deep, no time for the practice I was out with the bull, no mastiff Aim for the head, tryna leave man hatless I used to keep my gun in a mattress Sixteen got nicked on daftness Now I've got links all over the atlas I can tell you 'bout hunger pains, cause' I know about sadness Every man for themselves like Hunger Games, catch fire like Katniss So I'm stayin' on point like a cactus Them man actors, us man active They get blasted, we get captured Jay got shot with the .4, fantastic Got sweets but they're not Tangfastics Left **** with a John, no Baptist Then he went and smoked himself the spastic I got the blame, okay, I'm magic Can't name one gang that lasted You can't name one man that's active **** ran away with a shotty and flapped it I'm just tryna get bands, no gastric So I can say, ''Bro, we smashed it'' Come a long way with a pack, tryna ration it High-risk pad, no wrap when I'm passin' it Don't get it twisted, still not havin' it Far from average That straps got teeth like a XL Bully Top Boy shit, I'm like who killed Sully? When he got shot, I found it funny I patterned a wock of the slime to the fully I come from nothin', I've never had money Yo, I'm from the home of The Beatles They shoot houses, we shoot people Not a whip if I say we crashin', splash it I love smoke, I'm a addict Metal on me like I'm a mechanic The thing kick back when I clap it Damn it, now I've gotta burn this jacket Sack it, pass it, grab it and slap it Like, why you gotta be so graphic? This is the life we live, the life we live's erratic Still got beef what'd you know 'bout static? I had my man bleedin' cladded I seen him panic, I smoke rats like weed in packets So don't get seen in traffic We pull up on a jiddy, get giddy Them dusty nine milly And trust me, left that strap in a bush, went rusty Shush on the whoosh, it's screamin' whoopty (Haha, yo) Liverpool city, Surron's and Crossers 110s and Hugo Bosses We play real life cops and robbers We shoot at oppers and run from the coppers What's good, my brudda, what's poppin'? I'm on a lifetime firearm ban, can't even touch no party poppers Years on the wing with the signal jammers and signal blockers I treat this high-risk cell like a office [Outro] Fuck all the rats (Fumez The Engineer)