Plugged In (Freestyle)

(Ayo, TR, go brazy on them nigga, man)
(R4DIANT)
Brr, Plugged In with Fumez, ay, ya mean?
Luther, essex guy
Less with eye, bye
Brr, yo, yo-yaout, yo-yaout

If they post up where they at
We gon' pull up right where they at (Pull up)
Grab them hammers and let them slap
Racka-tat-tat on anyone's cap (Brr)
Burk out, we brr off, blam on my yings
And my hand, I'm swinging on my hand (Swing it)
Wrapped up with a evil plan
Don't push man and get evil, fam

Don't push man and get evil, knievel
Racka-tat-tat for you and your people (Brr)
Tell bro "Cool," you don't wanna get recalled
Don't worry bro, got sutting more evil
Fuck gyal good, and she wants a sequel
Let the ting rock and roll, no Beatles
I'm a bad man, no part of me feeble
Cut your tree down, fuck you and your people
Fuck you and them
EBK, we don't mix and blend
Got a bussy with a bussy skeng (Buss it)
Get to bussing then I buss again (Buss it)
Can't get you, get your friend again (Mhm)
When we spin once, we spin again (Spin it)
Again and again, that's everyday, I'm smoking your friend
14, all now's full yinging
The only difference, the Blit-B zinging
Mash get filling, there ain't no chilling
Racked up villians, still won drillins' (Brr)
You must be kidding
The opps get yinging and they scream like women
When he get packed, I'm personally billing (Mhm)
When I catch man, now, I'm personally killing
Ain't no Batman, more like the Joker
You can get hit with a smoker, mad man
Shout out my driver, chauffeur
Dap man over and under shoulder (Dap him up, dap him up)
Real gun man and I fling my shoulder
Aim for the chest, not lower
Let the ting ridi-dickding, no blower (Brr)
Pocket rocket, Coca-Cola
Ay, two hands on a mash when I grip that
Press that, corn gonna land on your head back (Hit him)
Corn gonna land on your head back
Tek that, put that G into getback (Getback)
Don't fling with a gun, man fetch that
Wet that, bun man's spliff then kick back (Bun him)
Kick back, kick back
Big .44 got the maddest kick back
I'm mad in the head, come test me (Mad)
I will pull up and leave shit messy (Cray)
I swing and I ying with technique
Hold that steady and tun man reggie
I'm mad in the head, come test me (Mad)
I will pull up and leave shit messy (Cray)
I swing and I ying with technique
Hold that steady and tun man reggie

If they post up where they at
We gon' pull up right where they at
Grab them hammers and let them slap
Racka-tat-tat on anyone's cap
Burk out, we brr off, blam on my yings
And my hand, I'm swinging on my hand
Wrapped up with a evil plan
Don't push man and get evil, fam

Ain't no good (Fumez The Engineer), boy