Lyrics Young Dizz x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In - Fumez The Engineer, Young Dizz

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