Mowgs x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In Part 2

Lyrics

[Verse] Pretty bitches always talkin' bout Dubai Ask my nigga [?] Said she signin' pussy out the five So much keys up in Mikes That I can't even in sleep 'Cah if feds kick the door, all my niggas 90G's, yo I can't lie, I can smell the hate up in the air Got me feelin' like Drake, nobody makes it over here Niggas like the feds so I don't know and I don't care Bitch said she can't stand me, told that hoe, "Get a chair" Whip, that's a foreign Bitch, that's a foreign Brick, that's a foreign, gettin' money more problems I get a different type of buzz when my line rings And every time I break a pack, it gets excitin' And you can take it how you want, I don't take the piss Yeah you want a feature? Give me racks or a couple bricks Shout them niggas up in country, got me RNP Niggas always askin' me for prices, they don't want a fee Still got feds up on my line, they won't let me be I don't do magic, hella birds or I lock my sleeve Yeah I'm sellin' birds in my sleeve You know how much yutes got jerked just to get this P I thought he was my darg, sad to see him fold on me I ain't even send that yute O and he told on me I thought you was my darg, you wanna see me ghost homie And my heart's cold, so please don't trust me if you don't know me Yeah, I'm from the side of Brum where it goes off Kitties comin' short, 'cah she signed me off the phone box Yeah I can get you packs bro That's no probs And if you don't wanna travel, send you through the post box Niggas always talkin' on my name, ain't got time for that See this shit weren't over night, I had to grind for that I can bill a strip and get it poppin' where the grinder's at Showed my sis a hundred racks and told her, "I can't sign for that" Yeah I ain't got time for gyal Fully on my grind, humble nigga, I ain't the type to brag I don't even like niggas, don't care if they don't like a man Fully on my grind, I swear, I just want the line to bang G, I'm a master in the T, call me Mighty Moe G, I'm a master with the keys, call me Mighty Joe He deserved to get bun, it's only rightly so Prada to the hood, but couple niggas, they don't like me though Prada to the hood, I guess they came up off a broken dreams Cruisin' in a foreign, still give change to the local fiend Feds in my rear-view, I hope that they don't notice me 'Cah I got a brick in the back And a loadda weed Came a long way, juggin hard, hittin' town-to-town My nigga spent sixty on a whip, what's a hundred thou? La-la-label offer me some deals, but I just turn it down 'Cause I can hit the strip and get the bricks and put the workers out Yeah Put the workers out Told my nigga, "Let's get this money, put the burners down" We some ratchet ass niggas in the penthouse I ain't fuckin' with a nigga, sittin' on the fence now When mummy used to tell me, "Son, get out" I used to jump the train and hit a strip and knock the Z down I know that nigga snakey, I can see his face But he don't know I'm really slimey and I play the game [Outro] (Fumez The Engineer)