Y.CB x YB x Fumez the Engineer - Plugged In

Lyrics

[Intro] Young CB Young Blackz Plugged in Ayo TR, go crazy on these niggas man [Verse 1: Y.CB] I'll do that bait with my brother (I do) The opps can vouch, that's Steg or B (Both) When I swung that cutter Done it on the mains then watched them bleed (Then watched) Don't care 'bout all of this Snapchat beef 'Cah I swear I can't rate these neeks Had four bells in the tray After I aimed at his face, came back with three (Baow, baow) Bitch tryna give me brain Just 'cause she knows my face is bait (Bait) Them man do drills on Snap I slide with the wap tryna get them wacked Your boy got touched when I popped that door (Shit) What have you done sincе that? If Steg got touched that's hands on skengs (No cap) No cap whеn I aim at hats (No cap) No cap when we aim at faces How many times have we bussed that case? (How many?) They're pissed when I slap on latex Jakes are too 'cause I leave no trace (They're pissed) Free F2, really done bun man Only used one when he gripped that gauge (Baow, baow) Free all the opps in the cage Corn for days, they don't wanna come my way (Free 'em up) Done it in 018 on a ridgeback Got 'round there but missed that Now we just jump off peds and hit that Use two hands for the kick back They talk 'bout drills, like we ain't done that Dumpin' corn or dig that (Both) Tell bro spin that way before waps I'll jump out the ride and ching man (Ching, ching) [Verse 2: YB] Cross country chopping these bones (Kway) No sleep I'm serving Most of these neeks ain't worth it But I still get 'round, leave it curtains Leave 'em hurting Don't lack when the G's dem purging (Gang) 'Cause you and God finna meet for certain Graft that strip till my feet dem hurting (Gang) All of the cap in their raps Better back that chat when we meet in person (Back it) Pop them doors, they dash, swing that shank or sweets dispersing Everybody in my sets on violence (Gang) Everybody in my sets been sliding (Skrr) Black blade or smoke him He stayed at home, way before the virus (Way before) Talk on my name that's dead Them man talk on the net before they get back to their friends Everyones trapping and everyones banging I don't know who's capping, I'm scratching my head Skinny nigga with the largest pole Why you thinking that size will help? And how's that nigga gon' talk bout smoke When we left him swimming like Michael Phelps (Swimming) Everything 7th He got got in the past oh Lord, now I'm smoking his pack in the present I just wanna raise my stack So I'm up in the trap with my tracksuit smelling (Jugging) Sorry mum cah you raised a felon Gang pull up, he won't make that exit (Nope) [Verse 3: Y.CB, YB] Double tap triggers Or its skengs on peds with the .32 spinner Free Blackz, my killa Red light turns green when I see these niggas When I see these punks I lose it Headshot gang tryna leave man clueless They think they've won, they're stupid Newham recorder shows these bootings One way out of this trap If they swing this gaff then I'm out that window In the T house way before dem In my anglo sax tryna hit that bingo Got bagged with the mash red handed But they still didn't find no prints though Gang pop them doors, said they lock them doors Yeah we speak on the mash on a pin phone [Outro] Fumez the Engineer