Strika x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In

[Intro]
Free Sus, free AR, free SWavey, free Blitz, free all the AGB's, woosh
Plugged In, Fumez The Engineer, niggas know
I-I-I-I

[Verse]
I came out of jail charged up, I'm ready (Charged up)
Big wap's in my hand real steady
Tryna corn me a opp boy's headie
Throw up a 5, leave your whole road shelly
Shout out SY yinged so many headies
Swavey too, he got down plenty
He had a full clip, but now, it's empty
Trigger finger itch, but I tapped that gently
Trigger finger itch, but I tapped that gently
Three man up in the blacked out Bentley
The whip come lidge but I still get kweffy
Shout real Yevz he got so many
Shout out Sus to you Grim Reaper (Reaper)
That's the opp block keeper
Jump out, pree or leave man seizure
Jump out, pree or leave man seizure
Broadday, that's a well known clicker (Well known)
Hitman, that's a well known hitter
We break down packs 'cah we're tryna get rich
If the rap don't work then it's back to the kitch'
Can't tell you 'bout corn, we got unlimited sticks
Tell my whole batch took unlimited trips
Tell my whole gang we took unlimited risk
Tell my whole gang we took unlimited risk
Anytime that I stepped on pavement, pavement
That's intent to endanger life (Let's lurk)
Big zombie knife or the baby .9, tryna take man's life
Tryna take man's soul, that's always the goal
Slide round quick if he scream he on bro
Buck into opps, back it out let's go
Buck into opps, back it out let's go
Woosh, let's get him
Jump out quick, bro, cheff him
9 times out of 10 they're jettin'
He got bored and the other one left him
He got bored and his bredrin left him
Starfish mold when the gang done stretched him
Drill game, tekkers, they buck into gang, get peppered
AGB, we some serious steppers, me and Triple S in the ride, that's horrendous
Jump out quick, straight tension
Like jump out quick, straight tension
Jump out the ride tryna feed man crayons
Just jumped on the pitch like play on
It's one of the QC K dons screamin' on gang get grained on
Bally on, blacked out tryna blade on
Bro got him in his head, blew his brains off
Bare time that we left Cumbo taped off
Bare time that we left QC taped off
And I know about Bonnie, I don't know about
Clyde
Bro's like Freddy and I'm like Jason
When I got my wap in my hand they get complacent
B-b-but no Borne I'm more like Statham
You ain't gotta tell me ''Charge up'' I'm on a rage ting
I remember old school day the whole gang trappin’
Money up just bakin'
Like opps don't wanna slide through (No they don't)
Get burnt all the shavin'
But we don't know bout clippers
Only clip we know is the one you stuff slugs in the system, stuff it
Beat off that's my rhythm
Can't throw up a 5 'round here it's forbidden (No you can't)
Old friend turn opp how could he be drivin' (How?)
Silly boy that's an early death, no kiddin'
People ain't dumb, they know you ain't drillin'
They throw up a 5, get packed and say it was a innocent killin' (Haha)
Oh please stop fibbin'
He was in the booth talkin' wicked about drillings
But gang jumped straight to my zoot no kiddin'
AGB we keep up the drillings, no NP but we keep on sinnin'
Talk on the names but the gang get worksy, the wap get twerky
Try shot food on my strip I get lurky
Slap my latex on and get worksy
Slap my latex on and get worksy
Like if there's a will, there's a way
Add a K on the A, no way, no way
We've done been pressuring opps (Done that)
That's me, Sus, SY
Steppin' alot, that's bare sweat down my top
ZK, gloves and a top
Throw up a 5 and you'll get got
They don't wanna take a trip to the local shop, they might get shot
I'm country or biz got my eyes wide open
They run like the Beethoven, jump out leave a boy soakin'
They run when the door pop's open
Go home and cap on the net, some joker's
AGB we're some real gunsmokers
Fill up the wizz, that's numerous pokers
Fill up the wizz with savages (Savages)
Any opp that I see we're wackin' him (Get him down)
Jump out straight we're attackin' him
Broadday's got aim, he's tappin' him
We caught *** lackin' we just got [?] (Haha)
Silly nigga just stop it
You're fuckin' your dead friends girl, you ain't bothered
Bet when you go to his grave your ain't honest
Your boy got rammed by the wizz of the bonnet
Jumped out splashed that prick, no stoppin'
Caught up, got 'em, tell Suspect drop him
Caught up, got 'em, tell Suspect drop him
Young boy moves charged? God knows I recruit that (Come here)
Jump on the 4's go boot that
2 hands on, double tap, then shoot that
2 hands on, double tap, that's (Bow, bow)

[Outro]
Fumez the Engineer