[Sneakbo & J Boy] Plugged In Freestyle

Lyrics

Part 1 [Intro: Sneakbo] Yo, Sneakbo Shout out my brother Jigga J in the cut Jon Cass Plugged In, Fumez The Engineer Done know Brixton, A-Town Free all my niggas, gang [Verse: Sneakbo] My daddy went around and made me hate him (Truss) Said he's coming for me, I was always there waiting Mummy was a hustler, she was money making Two jobs, that's no day-offs, I gotta rate it (Yes) Posted on the blocka with the shotters on the parna Sellin' light and dark, I'm only smokin' marijuana "I ain't goin' jail" and then I went straight after When life is going wrong, I used to blame it on my father Had to get smarter, more paper, less drama (Drama) Brother Abdullah tellin' me I need shahada Blocks and mad mikеs tryna bring me to the church Everyday, it's gеtting crackin' fam this shit was gettin' worse All I think about is racks, I don't think about a bitch All I do is count cash, you can say I'm half rich If money had a pussy, then I might beat whips Stack it up, double it Get the money, cuddle it (Cuddle it) Stacks, stacks, stackin' up paper Nowadays, everything, I do it, I do it major I can't see the other side, see you later She wanna fuck, she just tryna get VVS Buss down, bottom up now Yeah, she wanna fuck now, give her doggy-doggy style When the streets in the South, big wap when I'm 'round In the AA town, tell them niggas "Come 'round" Still up on the hood, I'm in the trenches Comin' to my block then you better be on guest list Check this, all my little brothers move reckless Free M, judge tryna give a life sentence Low-key, rollin' in my whip, I got my pokey Smokey, niggas want me dead, it's no jokey (How do you mean?) Is this the fame or the Roley? Niggas wanna kill me, but these niggas don't know me Winnin' in the streets, no trophy I could never let a bitch nigga ghost me We can fuck but bitch, don't post me (Don't post me) I've been outside since 03' [Outro] Fumez The Engineer Part 2 [Intro] They know alot of people ask us "How is CDot funded and where do you get your money from?" The simple answer [Verse 1: Sneakbo] I get paid off rap, I'm up Still up in the 'ood, I'm stuck When I see them man, they're fucked The mandem keep it tucked Fam, most of the opps are bruck (Broke boys) Take a look at these niggas I can tell they don't make no guap (None) None of my niggas have dropped From this beef, the lying should stop (Stop that) Hella opps got touched (Boom) I swear a couple of man got dropped (Yes) But they rap like their team's on top I'm 'till a round when it gets on top Liar, liar, say "You're rider" Pants on fire, just for the typer (Tahaha) You ain't mash no works Boy, you ain't ever did no dirt (Joker) Opps ain't been on the curbs Since that yute got put in a hearse (Woosh) Whip got put in reverse Make man family cry in the church (Oh, lord) When the mandem swerve-swerve GBH, or worse (Skrr) Attempted M's and M's, yes the mandem shank and burst (Blaow) Bro just pitched that nerd Burn that whip, whip got burnt Watch and learn, soon, your turn Hold it firm, skid and skrr (Blah) So don't mention Gorz (Gorz) I don't wanna diss, it's war Wanna see them man dead on the floor The mandem lick man down, of course (Blaow) Bro-bro slap that wap And clap that gauge, that's broski-broski (Boom) Make man get new tats' Go ask them man, ask Loski-Loski (Ask him) It's smoky-smoky, bro move sick with the pokey (Rah) Rip up your Sin and Stoney (Rah) Take off your chain and Roley (Blah) Risky-bisky, holy-moly Old-school like Mick Foley (Yes) I'm too cosy, I move bosey I know them man want ghost me I know them man wan' slay me Try me and a man get madder than YD (YD) Rise up my ting, shiny (Shiny) I turned that block into a crime scene [Verse 2: J Boy] Bare man rap in the booth (Chattin') It's all lies, where's the proof? (Where) And no, we ain't callin' a truce Gang still tryna put all of your guys in a zoot (Grr, bow) What's in my cup? A-U And she wanna fuck an A yute I'm chillin' with this baddie in FaceTime Tellin' bare lies, what a spoof (She lyin') Jook MG, what it do? I can ying that down or I'll grip and shoot (Ying dat) Boom, bet I shake the room More time, I'm with bro when I stick and move (Grr) Why they lyin' on tracks? Claimin' works they did not do (They didn't) GBH with the case at hand All 'cah I got that yute Straight up disrespect Claimin' you Harlem Bop on the block that straight up gave you rep (How) The Brix made all of these men (Facts) Scope out their Older's vids, I swear you can point out all of these gem's (Go check them) And most man ain't on piss I swear I can see why you all made friends (Facts) [Bridge: Sneakbo] Bro-bro slap that wap And clap that gauge, that's broski-broski (Boom) Make man get new tats' Go ask them man, ask Loski-Loski (Ask him) It's smoky-smoky, bro move sick with the pokey (Rah) Rip up your Sin and Stoney (Rah) Take off your chain and Roley (Blah) [Outro] Fumez The Engineer