Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Dizz x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In, artist - Fumez The Engineer.
Date of issue: 29.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Young Dizz x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In |
(Yeah, man hear my voice and they can’t speak |
Man terrorise the streets and now man terrorise the beats |
You dig? |
Hahaha) |
Duffel bag Dizz, man know what it is |
Ayy, ACG |
Beckton boys, we’re Beckton bandits (Gang) |
Man pull up, bow, shoot (Boyoi) |
This ain’t no music group |
Man pull up, bow-wow coupes |
Go round there and do that booting |
Then back to the ends, regroup |
Go round there and do that booting |
Then back to the ends, regroup |
Beckton boys, we’re Beckton bandits (Gang) |
Man pull up, bow, shoot (Boyoi) |
This ain’t no music group |
Man pull up, bow-wow coupes |
Go round there and do that booting |
Then back to the ends, regroup |
Go round ther and do that booting |
Then back to the ends, rgroup (You know) |
Beckton bandits, I am the truth (Duh) |
In the cell with my feet up |
I bill up a don that just went on the news |
Went 'round there and I done that booting |
Bae don’t worry I left no clues |
They say they’re winnin' the beef |
The scoreboard says that’s far from true |
Got a real bad B in my car |
On the M-way en-route to this bar (Duh) |
I didn’t come here for romance, B |
I only came me to burn this GSR |
Yo, Twin S said «Can we go Gate?» |
I just grabbed my spinny, and I hopped in the car |
Beckton bandits, ACG |
We’re winnin' the beef, and that’s by far |
Hop out the whip, let’s get him (Runner) |
Beat that corn, I’ll press it |
He might try run and he ain’t that fast |
He might get away, but S won’t let him |
Prince of the Six, I’m a Beckton legend |
Slap that corn at CB’s bredrin |
Free Tiny Dizz, they locked him for two waps and a cheffin' |
Now, I do that booting (Bow) |
Back to the ends, regroup |
Silencer on that .38 spinner, just slap that skeng on mute |
(Pew-pew, pew-pew-pew-pew) |
Just slap that skeng on mute |
Silencer on that .38 spinner, just slap that skeng on mute |
(Pew-pew, pew-pew-pew-pew, bow-bow, pew-pew-pew-pew) |
(Pew-pew-bow, pew pew-pew pew, bow-bow) |
They can’t come South side of Newham |
Them man know they can’t play that game |
If I wanna go Beckton Road |
Man’s gotta cut through Forest Lane (Haha) |
I went opp block, let it rain |
I only did that just to test my aim |
Hold on, shh got blazed that day |
Oh shit, let me not talk flames |
Three years in, and I’m still on tour |
Jail in Wales, I’m banged abroad |
Free-flow steppin' over here is weird |
Like, where’s my opps? |
I’m bored |
Phone still ringin', shank on my waist |
I’d rather be safe than sorry |
Still go toe-to-toe like Rocky, and put that work in **** (Haha) |
Fired your wap when I fired my ting, I hit my man’s brain (Ah, shit) |
Me and H in the ride doing recon |
Checkin' his yard on Google Maps |
Now, we’re both going back and forth in the ride |
Like «Who's gonna let this slap?» |
Who’s gonna let this slap? |
In my cell, just thinkin' |
Ciroc in my liver, it’s blurrin' my vision |
Got the drop that an opp just landed |
Now, I’m gonna make it my personal mission |
I’m on free-flow just grippin' |
I got this visit to catch him slippin' |
With this jailhouse shiv, I’ll shiv him |
Trip him, dip him, ching him, kick him |
Beckton boys, we’re Beckton bandits (Gang) |
Man pull up, bow, shoot (Boyoi) |
This ain’t no music group |
Man pull up, bow-wow coupes |
Go round there and do that booting |
Then back to the ends, regroup |
Go round there and do that booting |
Then back to the ends, regroup |
Beckton boys, we’re Beckton bandits (Gang) |
Man pull up, bow, shoot (Boyoi) |
This ain’t no music group |
Man pull up, bow-wow coupes |
Go round there and do that booting |
Then back to the ends, regroup |
Go round there and do that booting |
Then back to the ends, regroup |