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Yo
Shout out Fumez the Engineer, man
Plugged in
It's yo boi, grim reaper himself, you already know my slogan (bow)
Pick a side or die in the middle
If you ain't willing to shoot, don't put in them boots
It's not for everybody, man
If we ain't the biggest we gotta be the realeast

No zombies, n***a just semi's
Dark side, with the force like Jedi
Turn my back on the gang, why would I?
Turn my back on the set, how can I?
Poles in the whip, that's normal
I put in all this work, that's normal
More fatalities than mortal
I put a hole in your face, that's awful (awful)
Main road or the backstreet, my gang never been lawful
So much sticks in the squad, you n***as bе quadral
So much plates in the room, that wants me thе young n***a sick
Call and be on the strip, with a phone get a young n***a rich

We make the most of drops, we pull up and they take off
I love this prof, I'm in the Bando with Charlie Sloth
Dirty gets chopped, I'll call you Steff Runs doubles my prof
Dirty gets chopped, I'll call you Steff Runs doubles my prof
Didn't see me, fantastic, get up close and I tore that faggot
Rip more than fabric, A&E got wrapped in blankets
I would do it for bro, same way bro 'ready done it for me
These opps are weak, a verbal attack ain't hurtin me

I'll dip man done, if he's moving mad I'll do it again
Last time I saw them boy, they ran, so how they gonna save their friends
Pussies, pagans, snitches, some speakers
How you gonna save your soul, when I grip this shank and blow this heater
Talkers talk and talkers cheap
So the mandem step and work
Talkin' all of this verbal
But your bredrin bursts
Real sh*t, them boy they do it for clout
No need for the questions, they know who's running the South

The silly boy tripped and he got plugged in, what a shame that he run out of fumes
Ever seen two best friends, have a foot race, and then both of them lose?
I pulled up with [?], and the whole block skated, I didn't know who to choose
I think they like pourin' Henny the same way we like watching the news
Tell Brucy pop it, called her bae one time just to make her lock it
Callie bad, but the boy tried hold me, chop it lock off the block like Boris
Opp block tour, I'm a tourist
Tell them gardians to flourish
They know I'm the end-the-cycle cause I'm psycho and I promise

Got that, rap that, send that up, it's gonna come back in plastic
I was up North, throwing snow, trynna get bare dough dishin out these packets
I would see no people of my skin tone, and I can't understand this accent
Neighbors watching, it feels like acid, I'm para- they gonna tell feds I'm trappin
I can't get stopped, even on my day off, I still got my weapon on me
TSG van keep following gang, make it hard to walk with zombies
Civil's been sheffed, many times, cah the opps don't ride out properly
Lows on the net, but where you wallies

I can tell you bout drug mates used, I can tell you bout guns that man done used
Ille up theride with wage], ain't no way you can stop this (fuse fumes ?)
You ain't ching sh*t, how you jump on tunes
You ain't done sh*t, can't come to the booth
Walls when you get in that dinger
Any opp man see man do man do
Two choices when man pull up, that's lose your life or run
I don't do this verbal thing, I just pull and get man done
Might have 2 waps or 3
Gang pulled up, I really made all of man saw is IC3

on my wrist, man I live this
[?], man I did this
Cross that line, I will risk it
Man will slap him in his wig, get [?]
n***as ain't did sh*t, never ever been pricks
Lord is my witness, we slither with clip sh*t
Got rhino call for this biscuit
Shoot first, then talk, that's the instinct
Cross that line, it's an execution
I said cross that line, it's an execution
I don't wanna hear about excuses
I'm from Junction, we known for bootings
Done scratched off live with [?], got the russian with me thats Putin

And you ain't no G, G, you ain't not Wijnaldum
Long arm man coming like Dhalsim
How could I beef these yutes, and a man go jail and they still go falcon
No can't beef, and they go felt em
How many times man gotta tell them
Big Bang ting, not Sheldon, J Lyles headbutt like I'm from [?]
Shh, T, how's my curry?
Man talking fully, but they don't want none of these Junction bullies
I fling on my hoodie and pull up with Kid that's A not Boogie
My opps some pussies, and they all get smoked like cookies (Rah)

Fumez the Engineer

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