What we-what we drinkin'? It's F28, baby
Mmh, what'd you mean you're puttin' bullets in your strap?
I'll put suttin' in the clip and let it squeeze, pull it back, let it clap (Lee, you so crazy)
I'm from a city, mizzy night was like the purge
He tried to run me over 'til I caught him slippin' with his bird
He got shot and still survived, that's a gift and a curse
Factor 50 for that .12 gauge, third degree burns
Every night like Halloween, don't be makin' wrong turns
Turn you to a scary movie if you're with the wrong firm
Grew up with the lifers, bro, we got long terms
I've met the realest of kids, bro, they don't belong there
Don't judge a book by its cover, why? I've got long hair
I'll get your boy to set you up and light you up, it's not fair
I-I-I-I'm still with the savages, we'll rob your Moncler
And take the shoes off your feet and all the watches that you wear
So don't be actin' like it's optional to work
Leave them in the hospital, 'cause if I don't they won't learn
And what'd you mean you're puttin' bullets in your strap?
I'll put somethin' in the clip and let it squeeze, pull it back, let it clap
They've been f*ckin' with the flow because it slaps, f*ck the rats
You can go and ask your bro, he got attacked
And if it wasn't me, then I probably got him slashed
I'm like Zorro in a mask, hear it bang, see the flash
They're like, "Mazza done a mazza, now he's back again"
Plugged in with Fumez, f*ck the rats, I had to slap at them
Free Flock, he's in the wock, he's gotta serve a wreck
He calls himself the realest, but I don't believe a word he said (Lee, you so crazy)
Ask him where he from, he's not a Scouser, he's from Birkenhead
Don't be tryna tell me 'bout no bootings if he's nearly dead
Do it on Surron's, but when we done it, we was burnin' peds
Gangsta's on the net, but in the flesh they're a nervous wreck
My boy just got released and copped a spinner, I know where it's kept
I'm prayin' that they slip, I watch the news, who's gettin' - next?
Who's gettin' - next? (Fumez The Engineer)
