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HAZEY

Plugged In, Pt. 1

 

Plugged In, Pt. 1


AOM Productions
Yo, it's Hazey
We're plugged in with Fumez, listen

They say I'm sick when I speak on beats
Done a COVID test and it's saying I'm poorly
Do the cashy at twelve then they call me
If two man step, we're like Rick and Morty
They rap on beats but don't do that
All eyes on me, hit traps up with two packs
Flew past, making moves but you knew that
Nino, counting bands like it's New Jack
"Packs And Potions" had your bitch dancing
Mask on me, can't tell if I'm handsome
Still, bro, I think she wants banging
Still take trips, they talk, then I'm landing
Still, step, cool kid like Loski
Straight tens, no deals if I'm OT
How's he talk online like he knows me?
He's a runner out there, Iwobi
Latest trend, I'm moving like A1
Smack that, feed them cats, I'm on Akon
Backstrap, Cali spliff, what a blaze on
I might take your Mrs like JAY1
Got superpowers like the misfits
And I was fifteen, chopping big bits (It was mad)
I hit sixteen, tryna hit licks
And now I'm seventeen, seeing six figs
Big dreams, I need big whips
I need more P, I want digits
I need big bands, want a business
I'm still copping shit off the wish list
But I've still got stress, so I'll manage that
Blow UK's big buds, Cali packs
Ten toes, too deep, had me doing laps
No P's, dead broke, had me hitting traps
So if I see them blues then I'm leaving
Trap boy, have it gone by the evening
They talk online, that's not beefing
I'm creeping, I pray to God that we see them (I'm wishing)
Demons on me, right and me left
No feelings for them boys that we step
Bro's dealing, in the T like a chef
If the pack's on me, the flicky's on deck

Fumez The Engineer

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