Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Gotta give it to the man till you're on stage You get me, big SK, big smoke Fumez The Engineer, kweng, carns Been plugged in, a boy better know [Verse] I don't take backchat, no disrespect Already know the gang and I'm suttin' like big fish fu*k the opps, it's their loss or cut them off How could I get pissed off? Bodies get ticked off I hope you brush your teeth before you talk about the big boss Brand new bedsheets covered in your wifey's lip gloss You was at the top but you slipped off (Wasteman) None of them boy there hard (Nah) All of them boy there soft Murder charge ain't a joke and laugh You think that you shower, when last you jump in a bath? I know the gunman that do obeah or voodoo and witchcraft Roll with a nine month old baby So they can bring out the mash in a Winnie da Pooh scarf (Ice) Sun's out, guns out Bare chest in the Rolls Royce, park up and I jump out Rich ni**a, used to bag food at my mum's house Heard that boy dissed me, now the boy rubbed out Test my gangster, reach for my chain Don't cry when your face get tump out (Smoke) My young G love testin' that smoke in the park Somebody gettin' dropped if he comes out Bow, what you mean you fool? Go on then, go on then, draw for the tool Think that you're hard, but you soft like wool Lick a man in the drawside with the stool Real bad boy but I still look cool White gold chain, and an iced out jewel But they can't jack me because I'm not Ja Rule Nah rude boy, what you mean? What you mean? You can't jack me, basically don't chat to me Ignore me, turn your back to me You can't put no .9, no MAC to me I know you did research, wanna move to Skepta But you found out you can't do sh*t to me Not lyrically or literally I put you on TV, make history What happened to your headback? That's a mystery Five o' clock in the mornin' I flew out, flew down the road, flew back, then flew in My mum knows what I'm doin' And deep know I know she's screwin' I fell asleep with thirteen scores in my mouth Had a dream about chicken and chips Like an idiot, I started chewin' Woke up then I started spewin' I used to put thirteen scores in my mouth Start choppin' up a next ounce with H Can't chat to Meridian about weight Dem boy wouldn't even know what to do with an eighth You bought an eight ball on the 24th You're still tryna move it on the 8th Them boys don't know about Tanitas With the batteries held in with sellotape, blood You would've thought you was looking at a date of birth When I put my food on the scales I'm in the cell, start biting my nails Never ever been an informer never told tales I roll with four black males And the feds better lock us in separate jails And I can bag up the food But, ayy, you chat to me about Class A sales It's the return of the Mack, I'm still alive just like 2Pac Girls in the front row, girls in the back Spit one lyric, everybody's like brap Flashback to the cold nights in the trap Now I'm in a new whip counting the big stack White-gold chain and the diamonds are black Jack me? Nah, you don't wanna do that God forgive me if I buss my .9 God forgive me if I buss my .9 I don't wanna get locked up like shine Dissed my mom, then he crossed my line God forgive me if I buss my .9 God forgive me if I buss my .9 I don't wanna get locked up like shine If he dissed my mom, then straight greaze [Outro] Fumez The Engineer