Plugged In Part 2.1 & 2.2

[PART 2.1: Produced by Shaz] [Intro: PS Hitsquad] (What we drinkin'? It's F28, baby) Oh shit It's Hitsquad, baby, you know what I'm sayin'? You know the fuckin' vibes, man Hitters on Zone pick up the smoke, ya feel me? Free the g's Shoutout the boy Kweng, you know the voice You know what I'm sayin'? Big up Fumez Cut through, broski (Oou la la, Shaz) [Verse 1: Kwengface] Look, look I heard girls from Paris give the best head, take her to the Louvre or West End Yo, lettin' it beat like X10, extend my arm, clips got an extension Done drills on drills with waps that's mine but I beat off waps that's rented If I crash this wap on a glide, don't worry 'bout your head gettin' dented I'm in the T, I'm dеalin' with kilos, feelin' like Al Pacino This coke ain't zero, havе man lookin' like he's been on a diet, keto Columbian older BO, BO stinkin', whip it, kit kat's twitchin' [?] got whacked with a one hit German, then disappeared like EO Sing like Barlow, man get left with a shell in his back, Leonardo Late night pitch black walks in the night with the white and the brown, Winnie Harlow They say that the music I make does harm but I don't give a dash, I'm an arsehole Paid for all of my tings outright but I started this shit from a half O [Chorus: Kwengface] Pushed my rusty rambo in him, bruised my hand from the impact Snapped my blade when I dipped his rib, pissed, must've been a gym man Hit mans core, made man plank, target your six pack, rip that Wave my hands like a protein shake, wave, dip that, dip that [Verse 2: Kwengface] Trust in my Rams', this ones a chinger, on the opp block like Freddy Krueger Bro's in the can doin' mackerel tuna, tryna get out, Daniel Kaluuya Snakes 'round here, Medusa, mind how you step, seen man turn to Judas Dip man up with my rambo, dip, splash, I'm a well known juicer Itchin' to shoot, ruthless, say hi to my little friend, Hasbulla We catch and kill, track and field, me and bro like Salah and Núñez Talk too much, I'm shoutin' my shooter, off with your head like a tudor Talk too much, I'm shoutin' my shooter, off with your head like a tudor This coke ain't zero, dealin' with kilos, feelin' like Al Pacino Okay, I'm reloaded Don't come my way like my name's Carlito Luger up in that German, better run fast like your name is Fio All of their friends been stabbed up, man call them the stab wound trio Active, fully on badness, Zone 2 step, blow man off the atlas Them man talk for the net but live in the flesh, some roadmen catfish OT doin' up backflips or I'm in the booth tryna work up a tracklist Kwengface is more than a brand, it's a business and it's lookin' established Knife game horrific, this zombie knife make you bleed a lot Slice it, dip it, us man shoulda' opened a pizza shop Numerous toppin's, opps in boxes, don't you know we've been on job? Numerous toppin's, opps in boxes, don't you know we've been a lot? [Chorus: Kwengface] Pushed my rusty rambo in him, bruised my hand from the impact Snapped my blade when I dipped his rib, pissed, must've been a gym man Hit mans core, made man plank, target your six pack, rip that Wave my hands like a protein shake, wave, dip that, dip that [Outro] (Fumez The Engineer) [PART 2.2: Produced by Carns Hill] [Intro] (What we drinkin'? It's F28, baby) SRB separation confirmed Coming up on, uh, staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at 2 minutes 5 seconds Carns Hill production [Chorus: Kwengface] Still on my solo, fuck a PR campaign, I'll shoot up your hood for promo (Graah, baap) Bad B do what you do with a stick (Ay), everythin' bouncin', pogos (Ay, come 'ere) Bootin's, ruthless shootin's, wet that red and whoosh, life turn slo-mo Lot on the line, look at the 9 (Oi), take your pic, ain't no photo I was outside, always in the ride, you were at home with FOMO (Got FOMO) I was in the P, workin' the T 'til my stat turned BOLO (Looked BOLO) I'm speakin' facts, fuck these drill acts, better gimme that mobo (Gimme that mobo) Mayday, mayday, all you hear is di-di-dip, dip, dip, man down, oh no (Splash, splash, splash) [Verse 1: Kwengface] Four, five on my side I'm shootin' at goals (Graah, graah) Slide on your turf, I ain't talkin' Astros (No), dipper on me didn't come with nachos Slice through tissue, knife got miss you (Di-di-dip), man just rip through backbones (Di-di-dip, dip, dip) Pecknarm general, hate that Federal, mixin' chemicals up in that bando If you ain't bored nun', don't talk nun' (Don't talk), the mandem done up several (Woo) Packaged up professional, straight through jackets, bro it's mental Dot-dot rise on them, slide on them, rise on them, jump out and- (Whoosh) Everytime that I ride, it's eventful Rise, run it up (Oi), I swear I just ran through a honey bun (Baap) Man's just lettin' it bust and the gun dem sing like my name's Don Toliver (Baap) On the phone to the plug, said "I want some more" (More), now I feel like Oliver (True) Twist my shank into man's chest (Splash), send man to the coroner (Splash, splash) [Chorus: Kwengface] Still on my solo, fuck a PR campaign, I'll shoot up your hood for promo (Graah, baap) Bad B do what you do with a stick (Ay), everythin' bouncin', pogos (Ay, come 'ere) Bootin's, ruthless shootin's, wet that red and whoosh, life turn slo-mo Lot on the line, look at the 9 (Oi), take your pic, ain't no photo (Oi, oi) I was outside, always in the ride, you were at home with FOMO (Got FOMO) I was in the P, workin' the T 'til my stat turned BOLO (Looked BOLO) I'm speakin' facts, fuck these drill acts, better gimme that mobo (Gimme that mobo) Mayday, mayday, all you hear is di-di-dip, dip, dip, man down, oh no (Splash, splash, splash) [Verse 2: Kwengface] Couldn't believe where my man dropped (I'm high), that's my favourite opp (I'm higher) But that's a dodgy strain (Mad), I hate when the zoots dem pop (Pop) And when AR got down Cane (Splash), I swear that I felt it for Crane (Woo) Dip, splash (Splash), Rhyno got splashed in his face (Splash) Oof, tape it off (Tape it off), '023 see me takin' off (Takin' off) I love my P's and I'm 'bout my oats (True), I guess I'm a Quaker don (True, true) I'm smokin' weed and I'm gettin' high (I'm high) just like a Jamaican don (True) I like the spinners and I like the Glocks but I do like the maker off (Braap, baap) Oof, I meant the Makarov, came 'round slappin' off, came 'round tappin' off (Braap, baap, baap) Gyal throwin' it back, felt under attack like a mad ting slappin' off (Ay, come 'ere) Whip it, whip it, been in the field like Joshua Kimmich (Whipped it) On a two man step, man's been outside tryna drag and twist it (True, true) [Chorus: Kwengface] Still on my solo, fuck a PR campaign, I'll shoot up your hood for promo (Graah, baap) Bad B do what you do with a stick (Ay), everythin' bouncin', pogos (Ay, come 'ere) Bootin's, ruthless shootin's, wet that red and whoosh, life turn slo-mo Lot on the line, look at the 9 (Oi), take your pic, ain't no photo (Oi, oi) I was outside, always in the ride, you were at home with FOMO (Got FOMO) I was in the P, workin' the T 'til my stat turned BOLO (Looked BOLO) I'm speakin' facts, fuck these drill acts, better gimme that mobo (Gimme that mobo) Mayday, mayday, all you hear is di-di-dip, dip, dip, man down, oh no (Splash, splash, splash) [Outro] (Fumez The Engineer)