Plugged In 2.1

(What we, what we drinkin'? It's F28, baby) Oh, shit, Hitsquad, bae, you know I'm sayin'? You know the fuckin' vibes, man Hitters on Zone pick up the smoke, ya feel me? Free the G's, shoutout the boy Kweng, you know the voice You know I'm sayin'? Big up Fumez, cut through, broski (ooh-la-la, Shaz) Look-look, I heard gyals from Paris give the best head (ayy), take her to the Louvre or West End (ayy, come 'ere) Yo, lettin' it beat like X10 (rrr), extend my arm, clips got an extension (rrr, rrr, rrr) Done drills on drills with waps that's mine, but I beat off waps that's rented (graow, bah-bah) If I crash this wap on a glide (ah), don't worry 'bout your head gettin' dented (ah, bah-bah) I'm in the T, I'm dealin' with kilos (brr), feelin' like Al Pacino (brr-brr) This coke ain't zero, have man lookin' like he's been on a diet, keto Columbian older BO, BO stinkin', whip it, Kit Kat's twitchin' Man, a nun got whacked with a one hit German, then disappeared like EO (skrrt-skrrt) Sing like Barlow, man get left with a shell in his back, Leonardo (bah) Late night pitch black walks in the night with the white and the brown, Winnie Harlow They say that the music I make does harm, but I don't give a dash, I'm an arsehole (true) Paid for all of my tings outright, but I started this shit from a half O (true, true) Pushed my rusty rambo in him, bruised my hand from the impact (di-di-di, di-dip) Snapped my blade when I dipped his rib, pissed, must've been a gym man Hit man's core, made man plank, target your six-pack, rip that (di-di-dip) Wave my hands like a protein shake, wave, dip that, dip that (wave, wave, wave, wave) Trust in my Rams, this ones a chinger, on the opp block like Freddy Krueger (splash, splash) Bro's in the can doin' mackerel tuna, tryna get out, Daniel Kaluuya Snakes 'round here, Medusa, mind how you step, seen man turn to Judas (true) Dip man up with my rambo, dip, splash, I'm a well known juicer (dip) Itchin' to shoot, ruthless, say hi to my little friend, Hasbulla (grrah, bah) We catch and kill, track and field, me and bro like Salah and Núñez (true) Talk too much, I'm shoutin' my shooter, off with your head like a tudor (gwah) Talk too much, I'm shoutin' my shooter, off with your head like a tudor (grrah-grrah) This coke ain't zero, dealin' with kilos, feelin' like Al Pacino (brr, brr, brr) Okay, I'm reloaded, don't come my way like my name's Carlito (don't know) Luger up in that German, better run fast like your name is Fio (true) All of their friends been stabbed up, man call them the stab wound trio Active, fully on badness, Zone 2 step, blow man off the atlas (ayy, ayy, ayy) Them man talk for the net but live in the flesh, some road men catfish OT doin' up backflips ('krrt), or I'm in the booth tryna work up a tracklist (true) Kwengface is more than a brand, it's a business, and it's lookin' established (uh-huh) Knife game horrific, this zombie knife make you bleed a lot (slash, slash) Slice it, dip it, us man shoulda opened a pizza shop (di-di-di-di-dip) Numerous toppin's, opps in boxes, don't you know we've been on job? Numerous toppin's, opps in boxes, don't you know we've been a lot? (Gang, gang) Pushed my rusty rambo in him, bruised my hand from the impact (slash, slash, slash) Snapped my blade when I dipped his rib, pissed, must've been a gym man Hit man's core, made man plank, target your six-pack, rip that (di-di-dip) Wave my hands like a protein shake, wave, dip that, dip that (wave, wave, wave, wave) (Fumez The Engineer)