Plugged In (Freestyle)

[Trizzac:]
Two, two, two, come on
Zone 2, plugged in
Shoutout Fumez, shoutout Pressplay
Some gang shit
Hitters
Free all the guys, revive the opps
You know how it gets
Nobody's safe

(Trizzla)
They lie on songs, dem man ain't on
Come like the battery died
Got them on ropes, but not like tied
[?] always takes some long, long strides
I swear that practice makes perfect
Why do you think that we go on glides?
Ting gets parked off, not like Hyde
No rollercoaster, I love dem rides (I love them)
Like a bad B I love to ride
We go seek, they go and hide
Pull up like "hi," they run like "bye"
I laughed at my cousin, the opps just cried
When we come it's narrow or wide
Us man got way to much pride (We do)
Opp block lurking, ding-dong skkring
Truss' me we don't use no guide
Directions, Waze or Maps
I ching his chest but Kenz his back
See gang they start to shake, no shack
No cap, this wap cost over a rack
She's on her knees, she came from Hack'
I want them keys, but not like Jack
Dem man saw CJ, no relay
He should've just run dem laps
You can get opened like tin
I'm itching, really tryna turn man gin
I'm really tryna turn man duppy
Load this pumpy and slap at him
When he get splash, did they use their fins?
RM Sav done gave him a trim
The opps tryna go for the win
That's not possible, just like Kim (No way)

[Kwengface:]
Yo, Zone 2 step in my Jordans
My Jordans, man do it like Mike
I like them tings all naughty, all naughty
I don't like them nice (Come 'ere)
OT trips get mashy
If not then I put my nikes on the opp block curb tryna do these patties
Why these Moscow yutes be so chatty?
These Harlem yutes are a disgrace
But they know their place, us man get crashy
Tryna pop this light in peace, but, JT's getting catty
I got a bad B up in my passy
She wanna suck me off, I say "gladly"
See an opp, I can't bear but to dish that hair like my name is Camille & Pape (Right now)
I got flake parked off in the teef for the jugg
But I might bring it out for Corona
This ting says she's into Sosa
I told her "I trap and I whip up yola"
I done brought that pump to your strip
See all of them cut, now I feel like Omar
I'm tryna do this Spanish one
But she told me, "tu vida es loca" (Mad)
63 grams in the crackpot
Bark my zoot, then it's back to the trapspot
If an opp boy dies on the strip and we didn't do that
Man, it'd still be a jackpot
My bro just chopped down a brick
Man do it like Mr. Miyagi
I done cheffed that yute on a bake ting
Good thing I done brought my gloves and my bally

[Karma:]
Fur coat and an all-black trackie
Gloves, Air Ones and an all-black bally
Rammy on waist and my hands on rammy (Splash)
Water, we get splashy
Stain Ts like string beans and Maggie
I'm looking at my opp boy's vids
And, all I see is Cali
Their friends in baggies and my friends happy
They have flashbacks when they jump in cabbies (Dickheads)
See us don't run, don't go-go
Or you're just gonna get backshot, no homo (Brap)
The YG's savage and local
Youngest in charge of the borough or postcode
If it ain't Pecks, I don't give a fuck (No way)
True say anything go-go
Even if it's in-house beef
I don't give two Ts, everything local
Fuck the socials
I got a live-O I ain't making no phone calls
My guys dem scrummy, not known
But the paigons' bitches, they gon' know
I need some Gelato chin
Deliver that pack like Yodel
The opps dem thought they could beef us
They must have been doing up snowball
I still got opps on ends
Got opps off ends and offs near Oval
The 44 kicks like pro-ball
Do it real-life, let it blast like Goku
Do it real life, let it blast like Goku (Ay)

[LR:]
(LR baby)
Don't be a friend of a paigon
We bored down [?] for affiliation
Didn't really have confirmation
Now look, he's been booked in as a patient
I'm gonna make it, I just need patience
Lucky [?] made it with all the shaving
No cap, thought he was fading, should've faded
Wave it, shave it or shoot it, then go
I'm LR, baby, so she could go low
Went on the ride, can't bring my phone
So when I don't answer my sweet one knows
Still pull up in a dinger, bam, bam then go
That's facts, so I gotta make that well-known
When I'm out my mum prays that I make it home
Know I've gotta grip, gotta grab my soul
Yo, who's that? Ching him or boot him
That day saw us jump out, turn Yohan
They know man can't lack, grip that
Gyal with a back tryna say how she knows man
Baby, I walk with a stick, I'm an old man
I'm a savage, I don't know about romance
Remember that day Karma try M J
Smooth Criminal, I need done him a band
He got left red, so give him a pad
You don't wanna see me pull up with Max or splash partner, that's RM Sav
Splash, how many man been splashed
They rush when they see us, they know that we're tapped
Mad, [?] got left by his lads
And he got chinged up till his throat collapsed

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