TPL (OTP) - Plugged In Freestyle lyrics

[BM] DT5 on the beat Senseii Shout out Fumez on this one, you get me? Plugged In [BM] In Zone 8 tryna cause some hell Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well They can't hack beef so they sing like Adele War is war and time will tell Glock 32, no .32 bells Get well soon if you hold these shells Youngers to olders scream like girls Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell In Zone 8 tryna cause some hell Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well They can't hack beef so they sing like Adele War is war and time will tell Glock 32, no .32 bells Get well soon if you hold these shells Youngers to olders scream like girls Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell [Mini] If I crash this car on a glide Don't worry 'bout your car getting dented If I jump out, swing my shank Pierce man's lungs, and I fu*king meant it Stack my bread then I got it invested Waps on deck, in the Nizz I test it TP gang from the deepest trenches Get back where? Get back in them benches Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings Jump out gang, put the opps on pendants Fifteen inch but the Glock's my preference Five man deep, that's perfect attendance Why the opps keep hurdling fences? Don't ask me personal questions Ching man down, I'm jerking him endless [Sava] Blacked out GLA or Mokka Me and S in a bruck-down Honda Spin that whip if I see me an opper Call backup, chinged him proper Samurai sword cuts like a chopper Roll with the Glock, fill it with copper Got live corn for an opper They don't wanna see what I got in my locker Them man there just talk on the Gram I get 'round there in a ding-dong van Looking for him or a so-called fan Slide that door, young g go ham Pray that the .44 ting don't jam Rate that aim 99, no Sam I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan [BM] I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy-jiggy on deck In Broadwater Farm got the jiggy on deck In Tangmere estate got the blikky and kwef O way or no way, he still get cheffed Don't move right, you will get left Shots get beat from the 9 and TEC Baddie, baddie give drops in West Flick it, flick, it that's blades in necks Who's that? My man throwing up Os You can get left like the Christmas ghost Drugs, money, it come from the coast White like Tommy and brown like Saint Patrick ni**as get lit like I'm lighting my matches Shots get sent, we don't wait for no catches Fresh out the box and it's automatic Tell the driver, "stop here, let me slap it" [Mini] I'm on the backroad, I'm on my Jack Jones But still we crash corn at them I beg you don't leave your friend Six feet deep where the opps get sent sh*t gets peak and I know they're stressed 'Cah the OTP's got loaded skengs Spin that whip, try catch me an M Tell my young Gs don't lack like Dezz [Sava] Two-litre ride, let's go on a glide sh*t get's peak when us man ride In my mother's hood where my opps get fried Known to the pigs as a violent guy You best not lack, got my zombie knife Got no waps, so the rap is a lie Invest in shanks, still don't ride Kidnap squad, don't rap no lies [BM] Who's that? What's that? Jump out, get him In the Nizz with a rusty weapon Two AKs, put the 4 in the 7 Have you ever seen a golden berettan? Slap that corn at his melon Slide tru' with the Wesson Question, question Why the fu*k are you leaving your bredrin? [BM] In Zone 8 tryna cause some hell Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well They can't hack beef so they sing like Adele War is war and time will tell Glock 32, no .32 bells Get well soon if you hold these shells Youngers to olders scream like girls Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell In Zone 8 tryna cause some hell Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well They can't hack beef so they sing like Adele War is war and time will tell Glock 32, no .32 bells Get well soon if you hold these shells Youngers to olders scream like girls Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell Fumez the Engineer