Come on, you know who it is M20 fuckin' 4, shoutout Fumez The Engineer Highly anticipated, Plugged In Part 2 You know man's with the members man, come on Yeah, we live in the building man fuck the opps man You know the ting, come on, we're live, yeah Aye Fumez what we tellin' them though? Aye listen run the beat Fumez, man
Who turned my man runtz I don't know Who shot ... live in his head? Everyday I wake up I pray 'Cause its peak outside and I coulda been dead Done a lotta main road things in my gualas Then, you was chillin' in bed Came to the video shoot, when I left Why you rap like suttin' got kweffed? GBG, man got that shit tatted, GBG to the death I heard we ain't really like that in the flesh Come put that shit to the test More than a handful of them got smoked About a whole team of their men got cheffed Mum don't like how I live my life, but all of her prayers keep me blessed Straight outta Bricky, young nigga I'm litty 40 thousand around my neck and this AP cost me a pinky Carry on, tryna add up my outfits, that's when shit gets tricky Carry on, tryna circle my block, cah that's where shit gets sticky Take risks and prosper, I'ma keep taking a risk Bro just copped a new Richard Millie, I got another one He's takin' the piss, that's inspiration for me and my niggas Work even harder, we soon get rich I can never go outside for a bitch, litch, litch, litch Most of these girl nowadays are trash, I doubt I'm ever gonna find me a wife I don't wan' her, if I know someone that's hit it That's immature but it's life She didn't wanna know me when I was broke Now she wanna ride on my bike Us man, really turnt up the borough We made a lot of them boys go on strike Bro told me, ''get some rest'' I told broski, ''I'll sleep when I'm dead'' This year I gotta hit all of my targets, this year I gotta make all of the bread Free all my bros on the wok house, gettin' it brackin' All my bros, hood up your head I drilled that shit wit' intent Hop out the ride and yuck that down til it bend Everybody, better pick their side It's a dangerous place when you sit on that fence How your bro beef with him, but you fuck with him? That just don't make sense Yes, protect your chest Better have on that vest, when I GB step Even the local residents know where the GB's local everyting blessed Outside with the drillers, front street niggas Let a boy pull up right now, he's stressed We got a K on the road, that's a ... Last nigga tried got left for dead Wet mans head like just got blessed How can them clowns have a test? Shouts out bro, hes darg, really tryna take mans eye like ... We don't dance like Bobby, but we tryna get that Shmurda We don't want nuttin' less More than a handful of them got whacked up Why you think they linked up a man from North West Old opps fuck with my new opps Let them gwarn, they don't want this stress I promise, fuck it Lemme not talk to much, 'cah they might just warrant my arrest 3 jails comfy, about Volvo, one thing about me, I say it wit' chest Too much obbo, I'm scared of the feds Leave that shit off the net, blessed I'm pissed that my man mever got fed But we done up his mans instead We made ... hotter than grubba Got ... with the [?] ... like stretch Rest up Bally, my hearts bleedin' I ain't been the same since broski left Rest up all of the fallen soldiers, all the real niggas, I can never forget Everybody chats 'bout drills, hella cap Since when was everyone bad? It's like they forgot how we pulled up slap And it's like they forgot how that boy got whacked (Yeah) It's like they forgot how we pulled and popped them doors on ultra-attack It's like they forgot we're the winnin' team I'm even gettin' dissed by my man's dad Mad, leave me alone old man, I respect my elders, I grew up with manners You shoulda told your boy don't lack, best run when you see us man on attack How you tryna beef me, you ain't got money I ain't tryna beef with tramps For the record, I ain't got beef with no one I swear these niggas my fans If you weren't feelin' me from the jump How the fuck you involved with my plans? If you weren't outside with the get backs drillin' How you tryna scream out gang?
(Fumez the Engineer)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
