Young Dizz x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In

Lyrics

[Intro] (Dem man dere ain't real, they're shapeshifters [?] and dem tings dere This life I live can't be fake, [?] like me away I put smoke on the curbs, and smoke in the booth Ask the boy Fumez the Engineer about my ting) Man know what it is Ayy, ACG [Chorus: Young Dizz] Beckton boys, we're Beckton bandits (Gang) Man pull up, bow, shoot (Boyoi) This ain't no music group Man pull up, bow-wow coupes Go round there and do that booting Then back to the ends, regroup Go round there and do that booting Then back to the ends, regroup Beckton boys, wе're Beckton bandits (Gang) Man pull up, bow, shoot (Boyoi) This ain't no music group Man pull up, bow-wow coupes Go round thеre and do that booting Then back to the ends, regroup Go round there and do that booting Then back to the ends, regroup (You know) [Verse: Young Dizz] Beckton bandits, I am the truth (Duh) In the cell with my feet up I bill up a don that just went on the news Went 'round there and I done that booting Bae don't worry I left no clues They say they're winnin' the beef The scoreboard says that's far from true Got a real bad B in my car On the M-way en-route to this bar (Duh) I didn't come here for romance, B I only came me to burn this GSR Yo, Twin S said "Can we go Gate?" I just grabbed my spinny, and I hopped in the car Beckton bandits, ACG We're winnin' the beef, and that's by far Hop out the whip, let's get him (Runner) Beat that corn, I'll press it He might try run and he ain't that fast He might get away, but S won't let him Prince of the Six, I'm a Beckton legend Slap that corn at CB's bredrin Free Tiny Dizz, they locked him for two waps and a cheffin' Now, I do that booting (Bow) Back to the ends, regroup Silencer on that .38 spinner, just slap that skeng on mute (Pew-pew, pew-pew-pew-pew) Just slap that skeng on mute Silencer on that .38 spinner, just slap that skeng on mute (Pew-pew, pew-pew-pew-pew, bow-bow, pew-pew-pew-pew) (Pew-pew-bow, pew pew-pew pew, bow-bow) They can't come South side of Newham Them man know they can't play that game If I wanna go Beckton Road Man's gotta cut through Forest Gate (Haha) I went opp block, let it rain I only did that just to test my aim Hold on, shh got blazed that day Oh shit, let me not talk flames Three years in, and I'm still on tour Jail in Wales, I'm banged abroad Free-flow steppin' over here is weird Like, where's my opps? I'm bored Phone still ringin', shank on my waist I'd rather be safe than sorry Still go toe-to-toe like Rocky, and put that work in **** (Haha) Fired your wap when I fired my ting, I hit my man's hat (Ah, shit) Me and H in the ride doing recon Checkin' his yard on Google Maps Now, we're both going back and forth in the ride Like "Who's gonna let this slap?" Who's gonna let this slap? In my cell, just thinkin' Ciroc in my liver, it's blurrin' my vision Got the drop that an opp just landed Now, I'm gonna make it my personal mission I'm on free-flow just grippin' I got this visit to catch him slippin' With this jailhouse shiv, I'll shiv him Trip him, dip him, ching him, kick him [Chorus: Young Dizz] Beckton boys, we're Beckton bandits (Gang) Man pull up, bow, shoot (Boyoi) This ain't no music group Man pull up, bow-wow coupes Go round there and do that booting Then back to the ends, regroup Go round there and do that booting Then back to the ends, regroup Beckton boys, we're Beckton bandits (Gang) Man pull up, bow, shoot (Boyoi) This ain't no music group Man pull up, bow-wow coupes Go round there and do that booting Then back to the ends, regroup Go round there and do that booting Then back to the ends, regroup