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7th - y.cb x yb x fumez the engineer - plugged in lyrics

[intro]
young cb
young blackz
plugged in
ayo tr, go crazy on these n+ggas man

[verse 1: y.cb]
i’ll do that bait with my brother (i do)
the opps can vouch, that’s stegz or b (both)
when i swung that cutter
done it on the mains then watched them bleed (then watched)
don’t care ’bout all of this snapchat beef
cah i swear i can’t rate these neeks
had four bells in the tray
after i aimed at his face, came back with three (baow, baow)
b+tch tryna give me brain
just ’cause she knows my face is bait (bait)
them man do drills on snap
i slide with the wap tryna get them wacked
your boy got touched when i popped that door (sh+t)
what have you done sincе that?
if stegz got touched that’s hands on skengs (no cap)
no cap whеn i aim at hats (no cap)
no cap when we aim at faces
how many times have we bussed that case (how many?)
they’re p+ssed when i slap on latex
jakes are too ’cause i leave no trace (they’re p+ssed)
free f too, really done bun man
only used one when he gripped that gauge (baow, baow)
free all the opps in the cage
corn for days, they don’t wanna come my way (free ’em up)
done it in 018 on a ridgeback
got ’round there but missed that
now we just jump off peds and hit that
use two hands for the kick back
they talk ’bout drills, like we ain’t done that
dumpin’ corn or dig dat (both)
tell bro spin that way before waps
i’ll jump out the ride and ching man (ching, ching)
[verse 2: yb]
cross country chopping these bones (kway)
no sleep i’m serving
most of these neeks ain’t worth it
but i still get ’round, leave it curtains
leave ’em hurting
don’t lack when the g’s dem purging (gang)
coz, you and god finna meet for certain
graph that strip till my feet dem hurting (gang)
all of the cap in their raps
better back that chat when we meet in person (back it)
pop them doors, they dash, swing that shank or sweets dispersing
everybody in my sets on violence (gang)
everybody in my sets been sliding (skrr)
black blade or smoke him
he stayed at home, way before the virus (way before)
talk on my name that’s dead
them man talk on the net before they get back to their friends
everyones trapping and everyones banging
i don’t know who’s capping, i’m scratching my head
skinny n+gga with the largest pole
why u thinking that size will help?
and how’s that n+gga gon’ talk bout smoke
when we left him swimming like michael phelps (swimming)
everything 7th
he got got in the past oh lord, now i’m smoking his pack in the present
i just wanna raise my stack
so i’m up in the trap with my tracksuit smelling (jugging)
sorry mum cah you raised a felon
gang pull up, he won’t make that exit (nope)
[verse 3: y.cb, yb]
double tap triggers
or its skengs on peds with the .32 spinner
free blackz, my k!lla
red light turns green when i see these n+ggas
when i see these punks i lose it
headshot gang tryna leave man clueless
they think they’ve won, they’re stupid
newham recorder shows these bootings
one way out of this trap
if they swing this gaff then i’m out that window
in the t house way before dem
in my anglo sax tryna hit that bingo
got bagged with the mash red handed
but they still didn’t find no prints though
gang pop them doors, said they lock them doors
yeah we speak on the mash on a pin phone

[outro]
fumez the engineer

- 7th lyrics

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