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Part 1

They know alot of people ask us "How is CDot funded? Where do you get your money from?" The simple answer
Sin Squad, shout out Fumez the Engineer
Plugged In, free all the getbacks
Serious splashers, soul snatchers
Grrr, bow
Us never them
You ain't never did it

Typers typing, gangdem riding
I just left the 2's, now I'm hearing sirens
I'm three deep on the next block, we're two poles up, this can never be silent
Shawty's all at mine and excited, I make her slurp it up and then ride it
She asked me to make a song about girls, I said "Nah babes, I'm promoting the violence"
He's gassed, putting his b*t*h in Chanel
'Til gang pulled up and he got touched and we left him to drip with his girl
Show me a traphouse, I'll show you a stain
These cars get flipped when they creep on the L
Feds want me to rot up in jail
If I link GP, said I'm breaching my bail
Thought he was gang until he folded
'Course we slimed him out like one snail
I still link O for the pack of the opps
And everyone knows who it is from the smell
Run up on me, untuck it
Leave lungs punctured, or we just click it and bang
You go shooting range and you ain't got aim
If I press this button, hit you and your man
Pop them doors, tryna do it close range
Aim, buss it, Erica Banks
Said I don't smoke no more, let me roll one, f**k it
Now I'm just high as Lampz
Still too much M to the dome
Shout "What's his name? He's my favorite strand"
Serious stepper, outstanding member
I'll find it an offence if you ask if I lack

Lampz got one in the head
Wig all open
K1 dead on the scene, I don't know how the 2's is coping
My lil' bro love drills, he's upcoming like Phil Foden
Sin Squad known for the slappin'
Sin Squad known for the pokin'
Free SlapIt, the judge gave him thirty
He held that and he showed no emotion
I'm with the gang, we just got down my man
The fans like "When's the music loading?"
Where's Lampost? I found him
Gimme a lighter, I'll smoke him
That sh*t got me choking
Sin Squad ain't the ones to be provokin'
Ching man down with my black blade in my right hand
Rip shirts, Hulk Hogan
KayyKayy, that's my bronem, on foenem
I love me a caramel golden, Beyonce
Or my darkskin ting Kelly Rowland
The gang just got down Drettz (Ching)
They left my man soaking
Don't start with your wrist before I rob man, no Holding (Let me get that)
She suck my d**k, but when my man died she post him
Jigga with the double-barrel dotty
That's a dilemma like Kelly Rowland

(Gunner)
About "Spin that coupe"
No wonder you're missing
Tell bro-bro "Stop right there, let me jump out the car, get close and wig him"
I swear shh got lucky that day, if he buck me and Sav then he's definitely finished
That day was an hour glide, we done my man, it was less than a minute
Back my ying out get close and fish him, me and gang can rap bout countless drillings
With it, sick in the head, I'm twisted
Rise that mash in less than an instant
More time it's a window chinging, nowadays hop in the ride and bring it
He ain't got juice on his f**king borer, somebody tell my man to zip it
Headshot, you're p*ssed, my shooter's been taping strips
You can get corn on the mains like Ramz or drenched in the dark like Swift
All I hear is "DipDat" that and "DipDat" this, man Kelvin weren't on p*ss
Bro said the "Allow the fallen", but them man chat like chicks
How's man questioning me 'bout how many times I've stepped on a paigon's strip? (LOL)
Drettz got drenched in front his yat, not gonna lie that b*t*h is thick
He was in the A driving an auto, tell me how did you crash your whip?
Skid, skrr, foot on the gas, on the next road we ducked down Swift (Cutted)

Fumez The Engineer

Part 2

Your friend got dropped, there’s no respawning
If he’s a legend, my bro he’s a killer like Randy Orton
The gangdem got down him and him, they say that we gone too far
Bro hit Ramz with a dotz
Ramz tried save them shots, Ramz must have thought he was Van Der Sar
Mans on the lurk for spinnage
Bro if I have to, I’ll do it on my Jack like Grealish
This golden one she cute, she's talkin’ ‘bout love, had to put her on mute
Lets show the O how to spin this coupe
Farm Block thugs left their goons
Farm Block thugs left their goons

LR, spin this coupe
Lemme jump out, hate slappin' out cars
Remind man how I mind man, ran that day
He ran so fast, but didn't get far
I swear he's a Niner?
Should've got whooshed with the Star, instead he got Anglo Armed
Rambo, catch him, serious splashin'
SMB, SMB, no talk
We run Haringey map
I don't know how they chat on gang
'Bout YKTV, you know the vibe
Two times gang got Clappz and Dappz
The animals need to fill this bine so in Farm tryna slay these pratts
How you gonna sing on the drills you did?
Trey Songz, but in the songs you rap

Lack on your block, that's critical drenchin'
Run man down tryna wet and cheff him
Why so fast? Still kweffed him
I hate when I pull up in flats, no cap
They all did the dash, man I had the intention
To send man to see their cousin, brother, OG, best friend or bredrin
My opps are stressin' in front of the church
Screaming out "Peace" with the L to the reverend (That d**khead)
Shawty want hold this .40, why she wan' talk 'bout days with the Wesson?
How many times did the foenem hop in the ride?
I said I'm in too like WSTRN
New watch, new necklace
System settings, please don't attend them
I love all my brothers, I put it on my mothers
You can't name a n***a that we ain't got
Me and 6ix used to lurk in the 2 so much, me and folks took it up as a day job
And if it's daytime trips I'm taking, merch on the L, by night it's taped off
GG stepped on the enemy turf
Three got burst, it was nuttin' like airsoft
And you ain't never took that risk
Opp block trip, two sticks and if I see pigs then bro's gotta floor it now
I don't even sip no drink but I still double cut, L21 pouring out (Pouring)
And there's still too much M to the dome, but when I link ****, he's loud
Sin him, blick him, walkway grinnin'
Spin him, Fivio Foreign style (Gunner)

They like the Sinners tapped in the head
How many times have they tapped with intent?
If I tap on the spin then I tap it again (Tapping)
You know what, I might catch me an M
You know what, I might turn man off but I won't switch sides like Berbatov
Had to [?] to win that bunda, had me feeling like Jürgen Klopp
Just showed bro how to pull it on burst
LOL, I think the Woods' is cursed
I heard my man got hit a whoosh but I know the other ones got done up worse
You can’t get back on the getback and make the young G’s put blades in shirts (Ching Ching)
Lampz got slapped, he weren’t staying alert
Mello and Chop got put in a hearse
Sneak and creep like Assasin’s Creed
Me and S-a-v tryna S.a.D
Nowadays I gotta step on minors
And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout PYTs
I’m shottin’ food and he’s talkin’ ‘bout refund
Ay rudeboy, bring that receipt
Bro chopped him up, he was begging him please
f**k that we ain’t hearing no plea
When I was locked up didn’t get no bail
When I was locked up didn’t send no mail
Bro got the stick and put eight in his clip
We ain’t tellin’ no fibs, you heard my man fell
When Lampz went jail I f**ked my man’s girl
I made shorty play with herself
Don’t blame her when it was his fault
It gets like that when you ain’t treatin’ em well (It's nuts)

Fumez The Engineer

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