Trigz Hrb X Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In Lyrics - Fumez The Engineer & Trigz Hrb

[Intro]
What we drinking? It's F28, baby
Bullet
Triggy, Plugged In with Fumez
HR PG you know the vibe
This PD get shot in his bine
Gang shit, free the Zart, man
(Fuck the opps)
Free 22shot
Woosh, HR (baow)

[Verse]
I'm in uptown live with my shooter
Just the other day I was eating tuna
Lil bro wanna bring out the hoover
Send that bad one there in a Uber
Knowz what to do it's clued up
Cause I taught him how to maneuver
I know what to do with this phone, it's a boomer
Give him straight drop and they come back sooner
I ain't really went for the bragging
Anytime my HR demon step in the ride
Now tryna comeback with a package
Lift it, click it and flick some damage
If no corpse then it's gotta be cabbage
Free bro-bro that's my fucking savage
Free MG that's London splashings
All of my bros on crashings
** Lz got chopped in his face
** got left and ** he got erased
You see how this world is a fucked up place
I swear all meant to be mase
If the front gets kicked to my young boy
Hit the back door and you better escape
No loving no TR straight
Got rock out the pot but I copped it flaked
Niggas get killed in Kilburn
Aye bro, man with the women and children
You know, we see opps and drill them
Too much lies, so I gotta reveal them
Still on the Zart with blacks and 9
Still on the Zart with waps and bine
Fresh out of jail, I was trapped inside
Too much years for the county lines
Aye Fumez, aye Fumez
I can smell dead opps in the room
Broski sweep up with the broom
Hands free like I work on Zoom
Send out a text make a bag by noon
I live this shit that I rap in a booth
Latex, bally I can't leave clues
Giving him smoke like he ask for twos
Buying'em beaters, tracks and troochers
I'm from the M just part of the pattern
Broad day demons, late night creepers
Go check the news bare man are on chatting
You ain't squash no man in no ding-dong
Turn off the track like, please stop the capping
They got most of my gang on the landing
But we still out tryna make shit happen
All of my HRs - trapping and slapping
This Louis V bag on my shoulders holding my weapon ain't for fashion
If I spot me an opp and this landing before you can blink I'm getting it bruckin
Got a baddest to bring me a packing
Now I can roll up low and I'm snapping him
Alright, cats on my phone no hours of slacking
I was trappy from when I was born
Don't get caught by the G's
Get your head back copped to your t-shirt torn
Bro got a drop on a crop
Now he's cutting the grass like he's mowing the lawn
Amiri rips with the 4's I was live in the T - you was watching porn
They ain't no like us - Kendrick Lamar
Two sticks in the back of the car - creep up close, if I see it from far
My haters been trophies back to the Zart
** got caught, got left in the past
** got caught, got left in the past
He ain't got heart - he left his darg
Now we billing him up like a puf-puf pass

[Outro]
Aye bro, pass me the rizzler
Fumes the Engineer
Aye bro, pass me the lighter
Free the Zart, man