Nito NB x Workrate x Sixty x Fumez the Engineer - Plugged In Freestyle (feat. Sixty)

Fumez The Engineer - Rap, Freestyle
Nito NB x Workrate x Sixty x Fumez the Engineer - Plugged In Freestyle (feat. Sixty)
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[Intro: Abzsav] Yo, you already know who it is, Abzsav Are ya listenin'? Apparently Northolt yutes are tired Twenty-four hours, two got dropped They expired, astaghfirullah Aye, give it up for that one Gang shit, aye? [Verse 1: Workrate] You talk badness, come and back your chat (Blaa, blaa, blaa) Who put the 6 on the map? Me, my batch and my nank (Gang) A million views, what the fuck is that? My darg still stuck in the trap And he can't relax 'til he flips that package Or we're on the opp block with xabads Like a foy more, we ain't double tappin' Or we're on the opp block with xabads (Bow, bow) Like a foy more, we ain't double tappin' (Bow, bow) You can gеt bored like Kaos or Zeeks Can't lie, that list is long (Hahah) Or you can gеt bored like Abz or Reekz Maybe I could finish this song (Maybe) Man stepped on the 1, he got hit with a chong That's Triggz's cousin, I'll claim that one If I back that nank, no bluffin' Guaranteed that it came back with blood (Wallahi) If my dargies slap on rubbers Three, four ramz and at least one gun (At least) Wizz's world, no manners You know the gangdem come way too blunt (R.I.P bro) Workrate with the stainless hazard Me, I been known for numerous stabbings [Verse 2: Sixty] The first gun that I slapped was a rifle Week prior, left Triggz in the aisle Just got nicked for the mad ting Hope and pray it don't make it to trial These niggas wan' talk 'bout shotguns But shotguns, for us, that's standard Heard there's a mash for sale Pay full price, go halves with the mandem And you know that the mandem will 'Cah you know that the mandem drill Got a rusty one for a stainless If I don't kill him, the tetanus will Free my bro, hope he gets appeal Opps them know how to cut through hills Still put trust in my stainless steel If I can't do it, my stainless will Just got a drop on a opp and I had no shank, so I hit up Poundland Just know my shank got sauced My man nearly died for only a pound, fam Budget drills What you know about the budget drills? Did I even draw for my shank? So why's he jumping over Pizza Hut tills? [Verse 3: NitoNB] Phone calls when I send that text But the cats don't moan 'cah they say I'm a bruck I done it on foot and I done it on bike And I held that .9 and beat that brucks Cats can't hang in the bando G in the T or fiends and I ran through lumps Ran through B and the cat be a teeth So he can't stay in the white house like Trump No A&E for a IOU Bro's slidin' through and I'm riding too Like ride on who? 2 When I ride on you, we'll slide and shoot, you can die in blue (Hahah) Loud bang and their heartbeat stops Hand ting and it came in cocked, pop Telling opp boys, "Don't move" But they just don't listen, they still dart off He thought he could run, dash way Now he's flavours sat in a ashtray Don't think twice how the paigons feel 'Cah their friend got killed bro that way (Hahah) Got sweet ones throwing up 5 And pouring up juice when the opp boy died And I won't commentate like Clive Two gone in a day and it feels so right [Verse 4: Workrate] Everybody talks that talk, don't walk it (Chatters) How many yutes held borings? (Yinged) Me and gang well known for riding, scoring When they don't ride back it's boring (Where they at?) In the trap it's stuffed 'cah I lost one bell That one coulda sent him hell (Jahannam) Free gang on the wing just touring That's Hider, Scrubs or Felts [Verse 5: Sixty] Opp block. I done it in slippers Old school days, I done it in kickers Me and Emz were certified chingers Inject and twist, we put it in livers See me and they lose their hiccups I can tell 'cah their pants got lif' up Two in the blue on my Z I'mma go see G packs like I done sit ups [Verse 6: NitoNB] If there ain't no ride, I'll bop it Spin it, pull it and twist it New mash on sale, we'll cop that Or two shanks like CoD on ballistic Hands high, but I don't do stick ups They say that we're sick, not twisted No caller, I might not pick up 'Cah the feds stay clued and listenin' [Outro] Fumez The Engineer
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Credits
- Writers
- Sixty
- Workrate
- Nito NB