CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : [NGang] Plugged In Freestyle
Yo
You already know who it is
Abzsav
Are ya listenin'?
Apparently Northolt yutes are tired
24 hours, two got dropped
They're expired, astaghfirullah
Aye I ain't in the car
Aye give it up for that one
Gang sh*t
You talk badness
Come and back your chat
Who put the six on the map?
Me, my batch and my nank
A million views what the f**k is that?
My darg still stuck in the trap
And he can't relax 'til he flips that package
We're on the opp block with habads
Like a foy more we ain't double tappin'
Like a foy more we ain't double tappin'
You can get bored likе Triggz or [?]
I can't lie that list is long
Or you get bored likе [?] or [?]
Maybe I could finish this song
Man stepped on a one
He got hit with a chong
That's Triggz's cousin I'll claim that one
If I back that nank no bluffin'
Guaranteed that it came back with blood
If my dargies slap on rubbers
3-4 rams and at least one gun
Wizz's world no manners
You know the gangdem come way too blunt
Workrate with the stainless hazard
Me I been known for numerous stabbings
First gun that I slapped was a rifle
We prior left triggz in the aisle
Just got nicked for the mad ting
Hope and pray it don't make it to trial
These n***as wan' talk 'bout shotguns
But for us shotguns come standard
Heard there's a mash for sale
Pay full price go halves with the mandem
And you know that the mandem will
Cah you know that the mandem drill
Got a rusty one for a stainless
If I don't kill him the tetanus will
Free my bro hope he gets appeal
Opps them know how to cut through hills
Still put trust in my stainless steal
If I can't do it my stainless will
Just got a drop on a opp and I had no shank so I hit poundland
Just know my shank got sauced
My man nearly died for only a pound fam
Budget drills
What you know about the budget drills
Did I even draw for my shank
So why's he jumping over [?] tills
Phone calls when I send that text
But the cats don't moan
Cah they know i'm a bruckter
Done it on foot and I done it on bike
And I held that nine and beat that brucks
Cats can't hang in the bando
G in the T or fiends and I ran through lumps
Ran through B and the cat be a teeth
So he can't stay in the white house like trump
No A&E for a I-O-U
Bro's slidin' through and I'm riding too
Like ride on who when I ride on you
We'll slide and shoot you can die in blue
Loud bang and their heartbeat stops
Hand ting and it came in c*cked pop
Telling opp boys don't move
But they just don't listen they still dart off
He thought he could run, dash way
Now he's flavours sat in a ashtray
Don't think twice how the pagans feel
Cah their friend got killed bro that way
Got sweet ones throwing up five
And pouring up juice when the opp boy died
And I won't commentate like Clive
Two gone in a day and it feels so right
Everybody talks that talk don't walk it
How many yutes held borings
Me and gang well known for riding scoring
When they don't ride back it's boring
In the trap it's stuffed cah I lost one bell
That one coulda sent him hell
Free gang on the wing just touring
That's hider, scrubs or felts
Opp block I done it in slippers
Old school days I done it in kickers
Me and m's were certified chingers
Inject and twist we put it in livers
See me and they lose their hiccups
I can tell cah their pants got lif' up
Two in the blue on my Z
Imma go see G packs like I done sit ups
If there ain't no ride I'll bop it
Spin it, pull it and twist it
New mash on sale we'll cop that
Or two shanks like C.O.D on ballistic
Hands high but I don't do stick ups
They say that we're sick not twisted
No caller I might not pick up
Cah the feds stay clued and listenin'
Fumez the Engineer
You already know who it is
Abzsav
Are ya listenin'?
Apparently Northolt yutes are tired
24 hours, two got dropped
They're expired, astaghfirullah
Aye I ain't in the car
Aye give it up for that one
Gang sh*t
You talk badness
Come and back your chat
Who put the six on the map?
Me, my batch and my nank
A million views what the f**k is that?
My darg still stuck in the trap
And he can't relax 'til he flips that package
We're on the opp block with habads
Like a foy more we ain't double tappin'
Like a foy more we ain't double tappin'
You can get bored likе Triggz or [?]
I can't lie that list is long
Or you get bored likе [?] or [?]
Maybe I could finish this song
Man stepped on a one
He got hit with a chong
That's Triggz's cousin I'll claim that one
If I back that nank no bluffin'
Guaranteed that it came back with blood
If my dargies slap on rubbers
3-4 rams and at least one gun
Wizz's world no manners
You know the gangdem come way too blunt
Workrate with the stainless hazard
Me I been known for numerous stabbings
First gun that I slapped was a rifle
We prior left triggz in the aisle
Just got nicked for the mad ting
Hope and pray it don't make it to trial
These n***as wan' talk 'bout shotguns
But for us shotguns come standard
Heard there's a mash for sale
Pay full price go halves with the mandem
And you know that the mandem will
Cah you know that the mandem drill
Got a rusty one for a stainless
If I don't kill him the tetanus will
Free my bro hope he gets appeal
Opps them know how to cut through hills
Still put trust in my stainless steal
If I can't do it my stainless will
Just got a drop on a opp and I had no shank so I hit poundland
Just know my shank got sauced
My man nearly died for only a pound fam
Budget drills
What you know about the budget drills
Did I even draw for my shank
So why's he jumping over [?] tills
Phone calls when I send that text
But the cats don't moan
Cah they know i'm a bruckter
Done it on foot and I done it on bike
And I held that nine and beat that brucks
Cats can't hang in the bando
G in the T or fiends and I ran through lumps
Ran through B and the cat be a teeth
So he can't stay in the white house like trump
No A&E for a I-O-U
Bro's slidin' through and I'm riding too
Like ride on who when I ride on you
We'll slide and shoot you can die in blue
Loud bang and their heartbeat stops
Hand ting and it came in c*cked pop
Telling opp boys don't move
But they just don't listen they still dart off
He thought he could run, dash way
Now he's flavours sat in a ashtray
Don't think twice how the pagans feel
Cah their friend got killed bro that way
Got sweet ones throwing up five
And pouring up juice when the opp boy died
And I won't commentate like Clive
Two gone in a day and it feels so right
Everybody talks that talk don't walk it
How many yutes held borings
Me and gang well known for riding scoring
When they don't ride back it's boring
In the trap it's stuffed cah I lost one bell
That one coulda sent him hell
Free gang on the wing just touring
That's hider, scrubs or felts
Opp block I done it in slippers
Old school days I done it in kickers
Me and m's were certified chingers
Inject and twist we put it in livers
See me and they lose their hiccups
I can tell cah their pants got lif' up
Two in the blue on my Z
Imma go see G packs like I done sit ups
If there ain't no ride I'll bop it
Spin it, pull it and twist it
New mash on sale we'll cop that
Or two shanks like C.O.D on ballistic
Hands high but I don't do stick ups
They say that we're sick not twisted
No caller I might not pick up
Cah the feds stay clued and listenin'
Fumez the Engineer
