dopesmoke (67) x Fumez the Engineer - Plugged In

(What we drinking? It's F28, baby) (GDrive) (Father Stack) (Mikshapp, you got 'da sauce) Plugged in with Fumez Dopesmoke, 67, rest up Itch (Woosh-woosh, free the guys, free the guys) (Spot and Drop, shoot and deny) (Gang-, live) Bro wanna step Can't think twice, put rap on hold and get in that ride Don't swing no arms, like Kimbo Slice Online, they're bad, real life, they're shy Mention the fi-, we did 'em up twice Sn- got all in his head like lice We show man about demon time Something turned ghost on a Halloween night If it's up, then stuck, what we talking about? Creep through the bush, we ain't walking around Six man dead, we the talk of the town My old ting's light, new ting's brown If I catch up, saucing it down Anything K, we ain't sorting it out I can't take no lip from C- Are you taking the piss? Gang walked it down Step and step 'til our feet feel sore They tryna say that they winning the beef The cheek is peak, go check that score Everyone knows it's war We put loads of 'em yutes in morgues Slip, get clicked or your t-shirt torn And bro got the hammer like Thor New Park Road, that's hammers galore Home and away, either way, gang's scoring I ain't even had no shows on thoughts But gang still doing up touring Spin and spin 'til the wheels get nauseous Pause it, how many man went snorkeling? We're the reason them man keep mourning You can't tell me a block we ain't sorted Bro just put him in the air like Jordan Don't pull no stunts 'cah we ain't on stunting Bro just hit him with a car Then I see from far so I creeped and plunged him Them two man step, watch N1 stuff it Hop out, bet I see bare man running Of course he's cutting, he knows I'll cut him Step back, let me load this suttin' One wrong move, we'll press that button Three in a year, gang's takin' the piss We get bored and we're taking a trip Pattern my phone, pattern my clothes Last not least, man pattern them things He ain't scored no points, I ain't takin' him in Bars sound good but he's faking the ting He ain't ever put blade in the skin Let alone in the rain or shake in the six Get a drop, roll up, let's catch him S- tried run, no way, so we packed him How many man have we got from Cl-? Spin this coupe, no way I'm on chattings I'll just hop out the ride and splash it Back to the block and burn my fabric I know N- having a tantrum No more Pe- at the family gatherings (Fumez The Engineer)