Engineer Scared (feat. Krispy Life Kidd & Ketchy the Great)

I pulled up to the club with a drum (Low the Great)

A mean guy, but we turned him to a nun

He peace treatin' 'cause we gave him what he want (Is that Trey?)

Just checked an Oompa Loompa, now we want Willy Wonka

We ain't finna do that, clown

Just slid his block quiet lettin' off MAC rounds

How you do it? I put a muzzle on it, bitch

You know my name, I ain't tusslin' with ****

Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin'

I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here

You hear him stutterin', these **** mumblin'

We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here

Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin'

I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here

You hear him stutterin', these **** mumblin'

We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here

Shit, hundiddy chop

Mei Ling just bumped on me, that's a hundiddy bop

It's a Mickey Mouse

Hit him with the chop ten times, made him Diddy Bop

Half a hundiddy in the chop, it's a Minnie Mouse

Ten chops, that's a proud family up at Penny house

Tell a ****, "Eat these, it'll make you skinny, watch"

You got the engineer scared, put all the glizzies down

Silly billys 'round, ****, that'll get you got

****'s talkin' like a killer, but he really not

Put a drum on the glizzy, I ain't into stocks

All these **** holdin' dick, where the bitches at? Ugh

Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin'

I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here

You hear him stutterin', these **** mumblin'

We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here

Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin'

I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here

You hear him stutterin', these **** mumblin'

We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here (KrispyLife Kidd)

Shootin' this bitch hurt, it threw my shoulder out of place

Glock on the dresser while I'm fuckin', I'm condom safe

I make her suck me with the rubber, how that condom taste?

You with a buster, so I guess you kind of safe

They call me a G.O.A.T., but I'm some kind of wizard

Pssh pssh on the K like it's tryna whistle

I don't even fuck your bitch, just make her do the dishes

You was cryin' in the county, you ain't even make it to prison

The box got a weird shape, it's shaped like a prism

I'm startin' to think these **** vegan, 'cause they don't want no chicken

Slide on the opps' crib and knock out they kitchen

If I don't see dude with the Stinc Team, we ain't fuckin' with him

Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin'

I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here

You hear him stutterin', these **** mumblin'

We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here

Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin'

I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here

You hear him stutterin', these **** mumblin'

We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here

We got the engineer scared, too many guns around

A **** pull up to the stu' fake tough, gon' have to gun him down

Fuck the cameras, I pull up bareface just to paint a clown

I got water on my neck, my drip make these hoes drown

Anybody want smoke'll turn this bitch to a hookah lounge

Got a chop, beat up the opp block, now they Milly Rockin'

Heavy metal, rock and roll on **** while I'm Perc' poppin'

**** gay, they sweet like Willy Wonka, plus they work with cops

Krispy hit him with a glizzy, now he crispy, fried him with a Glock

**** think he Suge, Drakeo do him like Pac

Feed him shots, he don't bang, but he be hangin' with the opps

He's a clown, a jester, I hit him with the Heckler Koch

Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin'

I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here

You hear him stutterin', these **** mumblin'

We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here

Put a silence on the K, you hear it muzzlin'

I'm finna really show out, he got his son in here

You hear him stutterin', these **** mumblin'

We got the engineer scared, too many guns in here

Shit, man, I be tryna chill out

Like, I'm like damn, bro, like

Fuck, I had the pole out, ****, all in the booth, ****

Engineer in there shakin' and all that

Like, I was just like chill out, bro

Put the poles up, put the sticks up, put the drums up

Like ****, nobody even in here, ****, we in Beverly Hills, ****, ****

**** ain't worried 'bout nothin', man

But again that **** was taxin' and shit, he might be on some shit, I don't know

Shit, man, well, put the guns down, ugh

Know what I'm, know what I'm sayin'?

Alright, really, though, we gon' put 'em down, we gon' put 'em down