Rack5 x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In

Lyrics

[Intro] It's Zyron Blue, baby [Verse] Right now, I'm with a bitch with a back-lift Front face, front-aim up throw it back, they're bakin' They don't wanna claim that bag Last man sent shots at the gang got packed I dug out his plaits on a counterattack And my bro-bro splashed, man did him up bad Racks and Rekky, I got that name 'Cah my head move hot and my blade in hand I make it cock back, aim let lock in the chamber Now, I got one in the head (Bow) I get the drop then take it, pull up And now, I got one of them 12 boys stressed Alternate patient, fragrance, had four Now, we got one of them paigons stressed When A1 n' J1 got shaved up Them timеs, that was the latest trend Skеng, or I step with the sturdy shavers This not Beckham, the shank won't bend Cro hit his face with the bell when he kweng Wasabi and sushi, I'm keeping it ten (Tenco) They know on your marks, get set You gotta outrun feds, or the outcome's death When the outcome's blade or lead When he flagged that flag's when he made his bed He got caught outside, we chased him down And ducked him down, I wet him up (Wet, wet) Thought no way is he gettin' up Cro said "In fact, no, don't let him up" Yeah, they made man dash on Grove But one got shot and then 2 got peppered up I'll never cap in the booth, etcetera When it get time to step, man step it up I ain't got PTSD, I'm a savage Nuttin' ain't botherin' me They pull up and duss, so what I was packin'? He could've got shot on the P I done a lot in the beef, that's outside drillin' and robbery sprees If I got a drop in the 12, lose track of it Know I'm on top of the beef Fuck 12, that's feds and them neeks Been outside flaggin', they're copyin' me Suttin' got-got on the Green If we're talkin' colors, it's red on his T (Bluwuu) And suttin' got dipped in 6 Not 5 'cah they ain't patternin' we Feed him teeth if we lack on the streets We pull up on them and they scatter in D Young boy he don't need, indeed Went kway and he got his degree in the T One up in the trap, he's a lonely child Got fish scales smellin', but not from the sea Trappin' shoes, want 5 like Jackson I'm in the booth, never cap when I'm rappin' I hit that bitch from the back and I said it In Hop Out, it sound like clappin' (*clap, clap, clap, clap*) That's the G-9 thumpin' Try run from me, get fried like dumplin' Lines jumpin' 'cah this beef needs fundin' I say that I hate it, but really I love it From young, knew a savage is what I'm becomin' She got undercovers, but not undercovers She know I'm a boss, and I fuck with the rubber She know I'm a driller, I drill on them niggas I stay with them killers, just trying to store I got them dinners I'm givin' to kittens And this ain't no shit you can buy in the store Live shots, spinners, and clips, and dingered up whips I can tell you ain't did it before Fillin' up clips, same way I filled up his bitch 'cah Sef's gyal is a whore [Outro] Fumez The Engineer