C1 x Fumez the Engineer (Plugged in Freestyle)

Fumez, Plugged In C1, LT Yeah H1K made this Let's go I try M one on the beat, but my man knows how to use his feet Leng one 5 foot 3, she knows if it weren't by me, it was B I can't stand these neeks Denied getting fried and believe their lies I can't see none on the drive Can we just circle 4 more times? She knows that I like when she licks it All in her mouth, it's wet like a christening If gang patterning a dims quick Nothing round here, we ain't going there, quick fit I ain't on chattings and bro's not neither Them man just follow their leader I heard this ding's a 3 litre Now I want skid, move eager You ain't ever been there, back and forth Circle bus, from jail to court From court to jail You know a man's pissed when he ain't gettingbail Buy drugs and sell Big boy waps round there aswell She wants Louis, Gucci, Chanel You know how it goes in her boujie world I ain't never going on dates I'm going up town with this anglo blade Me and my mates, any estate Bro press play, let's see how it ends I could never feel sorry for them You're buzzing, can we just ride again? And again, and again? Anywhere we ride on them Ten toes on my block, or it could be ten toes on your block Suttin got hit with the dots Can't stand up, everyone knows it's gang stuff I can't end up bankrupt Chop that down and get my bands up Make sure that you have your bands up Don't be brass out here with your hands out Shake what your marjay gave you You already know what you're on, don't act We leave opps on the curb, all slumped Collapse, anywhere we glide with waps We put shotguns straight in diners And these man always run from yingers It's tiring, chasing sprinters Ay bro, let's bang that mash LTH to the world and back, and they still wanna act like fags Most of the opps are fans They ain't done shit since Rose been blammed Bro pose for the cam It's the runner man, nah I can't get swammed I ain't going out like them man Straight chestshots, I ain't throwing no hands I was with [?] playing with the Pyrex Now I'm just chopping down yam I don't wanna hear 'it jammed' Riding, sliding, pop them doors She wants to know bout a Tulse Hill tug I can't wish what I had in a store Your heart weren't in it, they ain't on drillings I'm comfy on my jack like Branning You don't wanna se me rise to the max Free M, and that's facts All of my niggas maintaining stack Most likely they're bored Countless opp block tours Mind out if the shotgun sawed Bruckdown Mini or Ford Safe, the mandem's coming for your's Don't be pissed cah we back our talk She best know how to park this 4s Why they Young Slim cah he juiced this ching I ain't ever seen what you've done with yours Don't stunt, ride for the cause Bruck it, set it and whine some more Buy nuff' trackies and buy one more Gangdem filled to the brim They do it for the socials Lurking around, can't see no souls Everyone knows who's scoring goals Bro banged off but he missed, hit post Next time around, sutting burnt like toast We do drills, nah g, we don't boast The talking ting, leave that for the hoes Fumez the Engineer