[Sin Squad] Plugged In Freestyle 2

Part 1 [Intro: S A Vheezy] They know alot of people ask us "How is CDot funded? Where do you get your money from?" The simple answer Sin Squad, shout out Fumez the Engineer Plugged In, free all the getbacks Serious splashers, soul snatchers Grrr, bow Us never them You ain't never did it [Verse 1: KayyKayy] Typers typing, gangdem riding I just left the 2's, now I'm hearing sirens I'm three deep on the next block, we're two poles up, this can never be silent Shawty's all at mine and excited, I make her slurp it up and then ride it She asked me to make a song about girls, I said "Nah babes, I'm promoting the violence" He's gassed, putting his bitch in Chanel 'Til gang pulled up and he got touched and we left him to drip with his girl Show me a traphouse, I'll show you a stain These cars get flipped when they creep on the L Feds want me to rot up in jail If I link GP, said I'm breaching my bail Thought he was gang until he folded 'Course we slimed him out like one snail I still link O for the pack of the opps And everyone knows who it is from the smell Run up on me, untuck it Leave lungs punctured, or we just click it and bang You go shooting range and you ain't got aim If I press this button, hit you and your man Pop them doors, tryna do it close range Aim, buss it, Erica Banks Said I don't smoke no more, let me roll one, fuck it Now I'm just high as Lampz Still too much M to the dome Shout "What's his name? He's my favorite strand" Serious stepper, outstanding member I'll find it offensive if you ask if I lack [Verse 2: Uncs] Lampz got one in the head Wig all open K1 dead on the scene, I don't know how the 2's is coping My lil' bro love drills, he's upcoming like Phil Foden Sin Squad known for the slappin' Sin Squad known for the pokin' Free SlapIt, the judge gave him thirty He held that and he showed no emotion I'm with the gang, we just got down my man The fans like "When's the music loading?" Where's Lampost? I found him Gimme a lighter, let me smoke him That shit got me choking Sin Squad ain't the ones to be provokin' Ching man down with my black blade in my right hand Rip shirts, Hulk Hogan KayyKayy, that's my bronem, on foenem I love me a caramel golden, Beyonce Or my darkskin ting Kelly Rowland The gang just got down Drettz (Ching) They left my man soaking Don't start with your wrist before I rob man, no Holding (Let me get that) She suck my dick, but when my man died she post him Jigga with the double-barrel dotty That's a dilemma like Kelly Rowland [Verse 3: GP] (Gunner) About "Spin that coupe" No wonder you're missing Tell bro-bro "Stop right there, let me jump out the car, get close and wig him" I swear shh got lucky that day, if he buck me and Sav then he's definitely finished That day was an hour glide, we done my man, it was less than a minute Back my ying out get close and fish him, me and gang can rap bout countless drillings With it, sick in the head, I'm twisted Rise that mash in less than an instant More time it's a window chinging, nowadays hop in the ride and bring it He ain't got juice on his fucking borer, somebody tell my man to zip it Headshot, you're pissed, my shooter's been taping strips You can get corn on the mains like Ramz or drenched in the dark like Swift All I hear is "DipDat" that and "DipDat" this, man Kelvin weren't on piss Bro said the "Allow the fallen", but them man chat like chicks How's man questioning me 'bout how many times I've stepped on a paigon's strip? (LOL) Drettz got drenched in front his yat, not gonna lie that bitch is thick He was in the A driving an auto, tell me how did you crash your whip? Skid, skrr, foot on the gas, on the next road we ducked down Swift (He's cutted) [Outro] Fumez The Engineer Part 2 [Intro] Ayo, TR, go brazy on these niggas man Ayo, Ludo They know alot of people ask us "How is CDot funded? Where do you get your money from?" The simple answer [Verse 1: Uncs] Your friend got dropped, there’s no respawning (Aww, man) If he’s a legend, my bro he’s a killer like Randy Orton The gangdem got down him and him, they say that we gone too far Bro hit Ramz with a dotz Ramz tried save them shots, Ramz must have thought he was Van Der Sar Mans on the lurk for spinnage Bro if I have to, I’ll do it on my Jack like Grealish This golden one she cute, she's talkin’ ‘bout love, had to put her on mute Lets show the O how to spin this coupe Farm Block thugs left their goons Farm Block thugs left their goons [Verse 2: S A Vheezy] LR, spin this coupe Lemme jump out, hate slappin' out cars Remind man how I mind man, ran that day He ran so fast, but didn't get far I swear he's a Niner? Should've got whooshed with the Star, instead he got Anglo Armed Rambo, catch him, serious splashin' SMB, SMB, no talk We run Haringey map I don't know how they chat on gang 'Bout "YKTV", you know the vibe Two times gang got Clappz and Dappz The animals need to fill this bine so in Farm tryna slay these pratts How you gonna sing on the drills you did? Trey Songz, but in the songs you rap [Verse 3: KayyKayy] Lack on your block, that's critical drenchin' Run man down tryna wet and cheff him Why so fast? Still kweffed him I hate when I pull up in flats, no cap They all did the dash, man I had the intention To send man to see their cousin, brother, OG, best friend or bredrin My opps are stressin' in front of the church Screaming out "peace" with the L to the reverend (That Dickhead) Shawty won't hold this .40, why she wan' talk 'bout dates at the Weston How many times did the foenem hop in the ride? I said I'm in 2 like WSTRN New watch, new necklace System settings, please don't attend them I love all my brothers, I put it on my mothers You can't name a nigga that we ain't got Me and 6ix used to lurk in the 2 so much, me and folks took it up as a day job And if it's daytime trips I'm taking, merch on the L, by night it's taped off GG stepped on the enemy turf Three got burst, it was nuttin' like airsoft And you ain't never took that risk Opp block trip, two sticks and if I see pigs then bro's gotta floor it now I don't even sip no drink but I still double cut, L21 pouring out (Pouring) And there's still too much M to the dome, but when I link Negus, he's loud Sin him, blick him, walkway grinnin' Spin him, Fivio Foreign style [Verse 4: GP] (Gunner) They like the Sinners tapped in the head How many times have they tapped with intent? If I tap on the spin then I tap it again (Tapping) You know what, I might catch me an M You know what, I might turn man off but I won't switch sides like Berbatov Had to perform well to win that bunda, had me feeling like Jürgen Klopp Just showed bro how to pull it on burst LOL, I think the Woods' is cursed I heard my man got hit a whoosh but I know the other ones got done up worse You can’t get back on the getback and make the young G’s put blades in shirts (Ching Ching) Lampz got slapped, he weren’t staying alert Mello and Chop got put in a hearse Sneak and creep like Assassin’s Creed Me and S-A-V tryna S-A-D Nowadays I gotta step on minors And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout PYTs I’m shottin’ food and he’s talkin’ ‘bout refund Ay rudeboy, bring that receipt Bro chopped him up, he was begging him please Fuck that we ain’t hearing no plea When I was locked up didn’t get no bail When I was locked up didn’t send no mail Bro got the stick and put eight in his clip We ain’t tellin’ no fibs, you heard my man fell When Lampz went jail I fucked my man’s girl I made shorty play with herself Don’t blame her when it was his fault It gets like that when you ain’t treatin’ em well (It's nuts) [Outro] Fumez The Engineer