CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : [OFB] Plugged In Freestyle 2
Fumez The Engineer
Plugged in, ya get me
Sensei
Free the murder squad
Free the murder team
You ain't ever did it man
Come outside
You not rollin' man
You ain't never did it
Stop lying to the fans man
Let me show you, were gonna show somthin' now man
Trust me man, Free slim and boogie a hundred times
Chat to them, Chat to them
Jojo got wet like the Pacific Ocean
Who do you think done that specific poking
I really gunlean I don't fling my shoulders
My young boys out tryna rinse revolvers
If it ain't that he tryna ying opponеnts
Free my n***a S man he's been the coldest
Yеh neh hear what mi seh
Free my n***a S man he's been the coldest
(Bando)
Pu**y brought it to dere and we brought it to dere
Bare gunplay now (dip -si) in the air
Shorty tipsy just beat her right -ere
And she tries lips me, tell her get over dere (safe)
You won't crash that car on the glide over here
Stop lying to brehs
Tell her bend over here, lemme slide in there
One hand on her a** other hand on her hair
Yo, dude got clocked right dere (What else)
Then he got dropped right dere (Sad)
Heard you ain't seen your glizzy
When we get busy the Glock is right there
Masked up looking like Izzy, waiting to see me an opp right there
Reverse it, spin that
Yo spin it back broski stop right there
I yinged up his chest plate
I yinged up his best mate
What the f**k was he thinking?
If my bro slaps 4 out the spin ting, better start sprinting
No time for flinching
Pull up pop out my dawg like tintin
Did a yute get hit I don't know (I don't know)
If you ain't buss your stick have a go (Have a go)
Jump out, flick shank, dip that then I sow
Man still take trips in a bruck down hollow
Bro got a star in the middle like Ghana
Send two rockets, this ain't Pearl Harbor
Bro jumped out the car, won't park up
Put the blade to his head, like a barber
Insert three holes like a charger
No need for no body armor
Got civilians screaming out "raasclaat"!
He's just talking sh*t , Lemme talk my sh*t
I got Dettol, when I walk in drip
Bro spin this coupe, and spin it again
Got him wetting himself, got to walk in p*ss
**** try run, got caught in the mix
Then he got bun, shell sauce on the kid
His friend got ****, friend got ****
Wish I could say much but but lemme zip
We chest shot Jojo oh no, oh no
Never ripped back like I thought so
Yo, four got done in that polo
Madman, slap out 6 out the auto
Had to bust quick, didn't mean no p***o
And **** got bun in his torso
Asking me who's done it?
Man's telling you Lord knows
Let corn go, my Lord in your cornhole
About 10 gunshots, bros ringing it off
Pinging it off
Canada Goose, chinging it off
See the ice on his wrist, mans bringing it off
**** got yinged, bro swinging his chops
Partying there, bros bringing the dots
Mans swimming a lot
Why you think he's locked up, cause he's chinging a lot
I Swear the Bruck back want kick like karate
Quick like a heartbeat, lit like a party
Gyal wan sip on Bacardi, swing the punani
Then flip on my dawgie, jump out the car seat
Did it like Ralis, don't ask me who we did up in Carni
Free Slim Jim him my dawgie, we had a big ting tryna do up your chargie, chargie
Yo, .44 caliber
Bare high stamina
I need me a drake nothing like Canada
Free the boy **** he ain't no amateur
He like wet man bait on live camera
Ou, ah hot like Africa
I'm a real yardman, something like Masicka
Corn gun, turn your ends Malaga
Corn gun, bounce your head, savager
I can see from the way that he raps
From the way that he chats that he really about it
**** got sent where the cloud is, what else
**** got wet like the fountains, what else
**** got bun out his outfit, ah
Now he's here talking the loudest
I know **** he ain't the proudest
We got glizzys out the pouches (Woi-woi-woi)
Plugged in, ya get me
Sensei
Free the murder squad
Free the murder team
You ain't ever did it man
Come outside
You not rollin' man
You ain't never did it
Stop lying to the fans man
Let me show you, were gonna show somthin' now man
Trust me man, Free slim and boogie a hundred times
Chat to them, Chat to them
Jojo got wet like the Pacific Ocean
Who do you think done that specific poking
I really gunlean I don't fling my shoulders
My young boys out tryna rinse revolvers
If it ain't that he tryna ying opponеnts
Free my n***a S man he's been the coldest
Yеh neh hear what mi seh
Free my n***a S man he's been the coldest
(Bando)
Pu**y brought it to dere and we brought it to dere
Bare gunplay now (dip -si) in the air
Shorty tipsy just beat her right -ere
And she tries lips me, tell her get over dere (safe)
You won't crash that car on the glide over here
Stop lying to brehs
Tell her bend over here, lemme slide in there
One hand on her a** other hand on her hair
Yo, dude got clocked right dere (What else)
Then he got dropped right dere (Sad)
Heard you ain't seen your glizzy
When we get busy the Glock is right there
Masked up looking like Izzy, waiting to see me an opp right there
Reverse it, spin that
Yo spin it back broski stop right there
I yinged up his chest plate
I yinged up his best mate
What the f**k was he thinking?
If my bro slaps 4 out the spin ting, better start sprinting
No time for flinching
Pull up pop out my dawg like tintin
Did a yute get hit I don't know (I don't know)
If you ain't buss your stick have a go (Have a go)
Jump out, flick shank, dip that then I sow
Man still take trips in a bruck down hollow
Bro got a star in the middle like Ghana
Send two rockets, this ain't Pearl Harbor
Bro jumped out the car, won't park up
Put the blade to his head, like a barber
Insert three holes like a charger
No need for no body armor
Got civilians screaming out "raasclaat"!
He's just talking sh*t , Lemme talk my sh*t
I got Dettol, when I walk in drip
Bro spin this coupe, and spin it again
Got him wetting himself, got to walk in p*ss
**** try run, got caught in the mix
Then he got bun, shell sauce on the kid
His friend got ****, friend got ****
Wish I could say much but but lemme zip
We chest shot Jojo oh no, oh no
Never ripped back like I thought so
Yo, four got done in that polo
Madman, slap out 6 out the auto
Had to bust quick, didn't mean no p***o
And **** got bun in his torso
Asking me who's done it?
Man's telling you Lord knows
Let corn go, my Lord in your cornhole
About 10 gunshots, bros ringing it off
Pinging it off
Canada Goose, chinging it off
See the ice on his wrist, mans bringing it off
**** got yinged, bro swinging his chops
Partying there, bros bringing the dots
Mans swimming a lot
Why you think he's locked up, cause he's chinging a lot
I Swear the Bruck back want kick like karate
Quick like a heartbeat, lit like a party
Gyal wan sip on Bacardi, swing the punani
Then flip on my dawgie, jump out the car seat
Did it like Ralis, don't ask me who we did up in Carni
Free Slim Jim him my dawgie, we had a big ting tryna do up your chargie, chargie
Yo, .44 caliber
Bare high stamina
I need me a drake nothing like Canada
Free the boy **** he ain't no amateur
He like wet man bait on live camera
Ou, ah hot like Africa
I'm a real yardman, something like Masicka
Corn gun, turn your ends Malaga
Corn gun, bounce your head, savager
I can see from the way that he raps
From the way that he chats that he really about it
**** got sent where the cloud is, what else
**** got wet like the fountains, what else
**** got bun out his outfit, ah
Now he's here talking the loudest
I know **** he ain't the proudest
We got glizzys out the pouches (Woi-woi-woi)
