Active Gxng x Fumez the Engineer - Plugged In

[Intro: 2Smokeyy]
Ay, Plugged In
Sting like Aybee
Fumez The Engineer
AGB
Free Hitman, free Broadday, free Armed Response
Anything goes
Ayy, baow

[Verse 1: Suspect]
Ever hear last words? Like, shh, you nerd (Shh)
Go gulag and ride your bird
Two skengs in a Merc', get put in a Benz
If you hear it skrr, baow, skrr
Man open chest, I don't want treasure
Chinged his head and made him duh
Are you fucking dumb?
Get chinged for fun
They ain't bad boys, see all of them run (Dasheen)
Run, run when the mandem come
Suttin' got smoked by Smokeyy's gun (Baow)
Right now they got TScam locked for two to endanger life
Feds want us gone
This ZK's strong, it's also long
This .44 long could kill King Kong
Left his bro and that's not right
It's only right that he went out wrong (Gang, gang)
Tryna get from A to B
Now I find myself doing laps in the C
Gear in D 'til pet's on E
I don't give a F, I'll pack your G
H my nigga, press that trigger
Ching that chest and done it like me
Done it like I, blood on my J's that night
Courtesy of my mindi

[Verse 2: 2Smokeyy]
I was raised in the A 'round guns and blades
Now the gang got buns like the BB ping
Live in the C we put holes in tees
D shot first and then slapped my ting
It was EE, then Lyca to Lyca
But F Lyca, 'cah the service shit
Step with G's in the ride like Keke
We got packs in the 156
Free up H, my brodie a hitman
When he tastes freedom, it's nothing but drillings
Allah's my witness
I left blood on my J's
Got my rambo leaking gruesome
Juice him, K's and attempted killings
Two L's up, tryna find these villains
Went for the M on every yute that I banged on
Civilians screamin' "No, don't kill him“
I was in the P like purgers purgers
Smoking a Q with Yevz, my seven
Lebz, gon' get him
Screamed out "Ahh“ when I stabbed and pissed that I jammed on his bredrin
Play ST, man SAD, you ain't' nothing like me
I'll step and bench him
Drench him, new bells, test it, press it
Leave man planking, like fuck what you're benchin'

[Verse 3: Suspect]
We catch K's and they take L's
So we got M's, why we ring bells
Straight NO unless you got P's
Smoked your rent best scrape these scales
Weigh your words, don't chat too loose
Gave him fourteen like two Q's
Make man scream out “Ah” with S
Then hit up the T and billed that yute
I got confidence in my knifework
But I can't say the same 'bout you
Bunch of V's when it comes to works
Chinged up bare and packed a few
In '019 we got 2 W's
This year suttin' else got X’ed
Like why do they hate Suspect?
'Cah bare of their friends got put in my Z

[Verse 4: 2Smokeyy]
Treat opp block like wakanda
Black like panther
Might see a sparkle like VVS
Thought it was WWE 'till man got done in his head, neck, chest
They give verbal we ride on them
Gang need us a movie, we X'ing men
Why do the paigons love give verbal?
'Cah gang bang-bang, Chief Keef on them
More time man turn up with the turner
Shit gets turn up, boom, bye-bye
All man heard was du-du-du, du-du-du
Tyres screech, I thought my man died
Usual suspect, ZK specialist
Man got packed tryna be that guy
I was locked up when CeeMizz died
I laughed out loud 'til I nearly cried

[Verse 5: Suspect]
Two G's in the front, three G's in the back
We're tryna turn something from 5th to a pack
Two hands on a twelve, two Duracell batts
I'm way too charged I'm itching to crash
Bro said "Sus, you're way too rash“
I can't help it, I'm itching to scratch
It went through his chest and come out his back
Turn the other way round where Reckz got whacked
One smack in her back, one pull on her braids
She scream "Suspect“ like an I.D. parade
I don't want cuffs, just give me brain
Put CeeMizz in this paper plane
Don't want legs, just ching that brain
Broadday’s known for the wickedest aim
Niggas get famous after they die
So come my way if you want that fame

[Verse 6: 2Smokeyy]
I might call this B Sharkeisha
The nitty KO'd, when he took this bujj
They call when they need for my help
I'm a local hero like Robin Hood
24's flying them like Peter
I'm the captain in my Camden Hood
Anywhere goes, wallahi, I'm good
We're the reason the jareers are shook
Still get around with the tee on my face
Holy shank, turn an opp boy saint
Kickback B, I don't dance in a rave
But I'll still cut shapes in a paigon's face
Do it like Wesley, double the blade
Or Bismillah and then load that dotty
Man doing it, no face, no case
They stay diggin' up, fillin' up them graves

[Outro]
Fumez the Engineer