CB x Fumez the Engineer (Plugged In)

Project X Ayo, Scratcha, that sounds cold Dun know, it's your boy CB King of drill In jail, on road, anywhere, you get me? Man know the ting Gaza, As up, Gs up Right now you're plugged in to Fumez The Engineer You know already what time it is, innit? You get me? We run this ting, innit? Bubush When I step 'round there it's violent Broad day, I done them knifings That ain't no point if you hit man's leg Me, I'm tryna touch man's eyelid Yeah, I got love for my bros Man drilled that punk cah bro didn't like him I'm really in the field, it's fryin' Ask the opps cah they ratin' my ting Drills get done by us Swing them shanks tryna puncture lungs You ain't ever walked in a pool of blood Left man red like a London bus Anywhere it goes, they know, that's jail or road I've had big men on ropes Jump out the ride with waps or swing them shanks It's gonna be the same result Either way, tryna leave man dead Like your friend Jump out the ride with skengs Last time I did, I got a 23 rep, no lies, go check Niggas can't talk on the seven Most of the drills got done by me or my bredrins Them man talk on the net then leggin' I ain't even backed my weapon When that blood got spilled, it gave me chills I swear I really love the thrill How many opps been killed? This beef is real, the Gaza down for the drills Anywhere, anytime, I'm bangin' Give me the drop and they know I'm crashin' Them man just do it for Insta' Me, I do it 'cah I hate these faggots We on different stuff, we on different things Tell bro fill that to the brim More time, it was me that's lurkin' Now it's young CB who takes that risk How many times did I tape off roads? House or six, tryna tape off both The beef's intense, tryna tape off domes Had one bell but now we got loads Smokey smoke You don't wanna see Steg rise that pole Free my little bros Ish, Hutch, Pablo Can't wait 'til they land on road Bodies get dropped like flies We drop opps, them man drop random guys You don't wanna choose this life The boy got dropped and a man started thinkin' twice They don't wanna go to the shop They don't wanna chill on their block They don't wanna hit their shots It's only right 'cah the beef's on top Step and get got Nowadays all these rappers ain't on badness I call them actors Man get caught in the flesh and deny their friends I swear it's a madness Let me find where that pussy sleeps We'll dead his mum, brother, sister, niece I swear I really hate these neeks This shit won't stop 'til they're all deceased Them man just move like girls Chatty Patties, lie even when they take Ls Better not slip with your bitch, you'll both get hit End man's date with shells I can never slip for a hoe Anywhere I go, man got that on me When I link that bitch, she don't bring no Johnnies I brought my burger, shout my Brummies Heard he's a snitch, keep him from me Get whacked with the stick like I'm playin' hockey My name rings bells like Noddy Not 'cause I rap, 'cause I drill for a hobby Free my drillers, every time Free C1, free Nat Nice Free TI, that's my slime They ain't gotta talk, I'll do it for mine As up, Gs up, we ride This beef ain't dead, it's live We play hide-and-seek with the opps Us man seek and they always hide