Correction Paroles T Global - Plugged In W/Fumez The Engineer | Pressplay par Fumez The Engineer

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Plugged In with Fumez let's get it
Free all the mandem
Rest in peace Snipez
Look, look, look

Load it up
See my zeba dont fold it up
Bally on gloves and jump out of a dirty truck
I was in the bando, they were turning up
I was sitting there hitting them burner buds
Who the F is this yute (Who?)
If you ain't buying get the F out the room
And the bouncer didn't like us so the mandem stepped in 2-s
Me and [?] with a Lyca sitting in a smelly room
Brick on the table, brick out the food
Jail like he say sip up the hooch
They chat bout lies thеy do
My g just line and shoot
Mind that yute
Sit with a baddie and a vibing juicе
They came in back with the eyes on who?
Hit his lil brother and he shining too
When I rap I start with I first
You don't want war with man, if you war with man just know you gonna die first
I skeemed on yards and I skeemed on roads and I camped outside 'till my eyes hurt
If I see feds in my rearview just know I slap it in sports then I divert
Slap it in sports then I divert
If I turn man into a pack see I won't even smoke it, it come like bush weed
I was p*ssed when I got man down ‘n I burned my clothes ‘cah I liked that hoodie
Plugged in with Fumez speaking on that note
But the only fumes I'm used to is crack smoke
on the beat like backroad
Hit 'em with the car lane coming from backphone
They say Global's gonna go global
Still get a man down off of one phone call
Police trynna tap in to my socials
So I can't post or really be social
Not allowed any apps that's encrypted
When the starks come dont come and play victim
Spin back around if I think that I missed him
One eye open when I shoot long distance
Blacked out like we're living in Gotham
Might just bat man if I try to rob him
Dig this blade ‘cah there’s gold at the bottom
And I’m still getting paid but I'm still trynna off him
And she calls me stubborn
When it comes to war you know that I won ‘em
And I don't miss but I pray that I done him
Take man's soul from a press of a b***on
Can’t you tell I'm only getting started
He's onto me that made him a target
100 sweets for the wap that's carnage
Step with intent then lock off the dances
Remember when I got [?] down by Sainsbury's
He ain’t outside he's scared for his safety
Had his mum calling up my phone
Leave my son alone ‘n that she’ll pay me
I'll slide on your block with my lights up
Bag it and send it then I'll go sign off
You know I dont take no time off
Trynna be like man but them boy there a mile off
Jail weren’t part of the plan but the crime I did they say that I planned it
Chop it and send it, fill it and bang it
Can't get hide if he dont wanna bank it
Selling A cla** outta the A cla**
I see man's face getting open with a razor
And they got my bro on the landing
They boxed him in and shot him with a taser
Everything I rap I live yeah I do this
They say don't do trap do music
Had screws on the count bringing food in
Any amount of drugs I move it
I was in the frontline nap and extort him
Lifting the wheight like im driving a forklift (Ayy lift that)
Beefing the yutes got boring
They’re trynna stab man I'm trynna corn him (Jokeman)
Tell 'em "swing my way" come and swing my way in this concrete jungle
When I fly them packs up pole I don't wear no Nike, come looking like uncle

Fumez the Engineer

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