Plugged In Season Finale 2

Lyrics

[Intro: Chinx (OS) & Sava] System overload Ayy, you know what time it is Ayo, TR, go brazy on these niggas, man Ayy, Fumez, let's do this Ayy, Zyron Blue, is that you? Plugged In [Verse 1: Chinx (OS)] Yo, let me put a end to the chat like I know it's just rap, but my head's gettin' mad (Goin' nuts) Like, how they keep mentionin' gang but it might get mad if I mention the facts Like, yeah, I could say I'm smokin' on this and that, and this and that But then, I'd be just like them and I ain't gotta talk 'bout different packs (Nope, nope) [Verse 2: Mitch] Tie this knot, time this drop Don't drop or hide, buy the drinks to the shop Pop this top, swap this mop, did the OT bop like man's not hot Tied this knot, tried and flopped, skrrt Mazza, wine and stop I was up top tryna find these opps in my Corona mask and I'm drivin' hot [Verse 3: HAZEY] I just smashed out a pack by the cleaners, now I'm in this gaff baggin up in Trina's I can't stop watch me legs do pace if I see them CIDs in the blacked out beamers They just jump online, they don't do that They too wet, I can't beef these weeners On the strip, he had nuttin but hope, me and bro doin' trips, just some bando dreamers [Verse 4: Sava] Double Lz got shot, S1 got dropped, TrapO got popped, and Philly got chopped Omizz got caught by the local shop, got one bang drop, wasn't worth no chop Who's that yute? Tell bro-bro, "Stop!" On your block, let the hand ting lock on a opp 'Ready know that the gang's on job When we get down there, we slide with the mop [Verse 5: Maroc & Rokky] They claim that they're real, but they're not like me (Nope) سَلامُ عَليكُم حَبيبي [?] She knows it's me, Maroc CD Who said money don't grow on trees? 'Cause in the T, my P grows off seeds We jumped in the music scene I seen 'nough man try do it like we (Like we) Copy and paste, wanna be like me They can't talk on my name, let's be real Not one of my opps have touched me, but still (Skrrt, baow) **** where I make us crash, but in ****, got drilled (Grrt, grrt) What you know 'bout drive on dots? 190, you just bucked into old Bill (What you know?) What you know 'bout your right hand just gettin' life 'cah another opp boy got (Baow)? [Verse 6: Mitch] Got flows and I govern it Brum, I was runnin' it City fucking loving it Jumped out and shh for the fun of it Tryna cook this beef, not oven it And I came up off the evil like mad man, me intelligent Real and relevant, do things diligent, get back, eminent Brilliant, I was never slashed like Cillian [Verse 7: Sava] ZK workrate ballistic Back my shank, tryna make bro proud Ain't no lie, go check the statistics His boy is dead, you can tell by the frown Civilian who, civilian how? Your bro got packed, it's talk of the town Told bro-bro, "Stop, let's spin back 'round" Tires screech, sku-du-du-baow [Verse 8: HAZEY] I just chopped it, rocked it, bagged it, now I'm out there puttin' food in the strip Was all gains selling TT hit, now it's heads on his lap and his bed is a kip We got a sweet one tryna come through, but I didn't see them when I didn't have shit Guess it's different, now I'm all lit Got this ten-ten bitch tryna max this strip [Verse 9: Chinx (OS)] I gotta sit back and smile They said we slept on a vio, but my bros put them bodies in bags and put their boys in bios They got one, we got back, and they ain't been back in a while You don't wanna see gang get wild Do it and get in denial if feds try and take it to trial [Verse 10: 021kid] رو کردم تک و rap Fa جهانیش و back ولی نمی‌دم ،diss بدخواهام (Trust) Yo and I'm here for the plaques Run up them numbers, take no chat all (Uh-uh) [?] اگه این زاخارا بشن Will Smith من یهو مثل می‌خورن چک و (Baow, baow) No label, ten million views Top of the ladder with no excuse (Top) [Outro] (Fumez The Engineer)