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letra de plugged in freestyle - 410

[intro: am]
hollow
yo, it’s plugged in
big up fumez the engineer
am, skengdo
likkle rass, 410, crash, you know how it gets, free all the mandem
ay, dududu

[verse 1: am]
stepped in, we turned it off
you say mum’s life, you ain’t heard of us
we got drug dealers and murderers
410 to the world enough
h-lla corn we’re servin’ up
need a kilo not a hernia
i’m a mad man i do mad things
this hand ting’s from serbia
peng tings wanna link me and i’m pyro
i got mad thoughts to put good use to this ammo
said ’nuff bang for your marrow
’cause i’m crewed up, you can’t diss me
tryna lie man, i’ll set pitbulls on your pickney
your b-tch doin’ up pick me to get digged out, do you dig me?
on my mum’s life they ain’t trickin’ me
literally, i’ve got two tings from italy, that’s a bit of me
got side n-ggas tryna drain me for my energy
grey goose not hennessy
on the g ting, what you tellin’ me?
’cause a bad boy, you’ll never be
if you f-ck with them, you’re an enemy
c’est la vie, i took more buns from melanie
that’s a mad gyal from secondary
pullin’ up now ’round tennessee’s
it’s my birthday, what you gettin’ me?
big guns what it better be
’cause i’m in the streets, heavily
[verse 2: skengdo]
stretch him, stretch him, see man back out this f-ck-off weapon
everyone thinks they’re bad, mad
boy don’t come to my section
the gs done rest at 4 am
tell me, who are you gettin? (who?)
man didn’t learn their lesson
the boy shh-shh and they out ‘ere flexin’
the things i’ve seen man do for attention
why does my name get mentioned?
dem man dere want love and affection
chat to the girls all reckless
pop corn like we pop smoke
do it like perm when we back our wetters
i hate when a man talks h-lla
you know you ain’t like that fella

[verse 3: lil rass]
on the ride with paulo, handbrakes skiddin’
i spotted an opp from a distance
it wasn’t me that did it, bro that did him, all i know is he got did in
i see a man try run and cover his head
didn’t know that corn could penetrate
double tap make him levitate, take on a heavyweight
lift up a man, make him elevate
their friend got flang in a rizz, chip
and they talk on the team, that’s whack
you can catch me out on my block
seven a packs out of council flats
i ain’t gotta question bro-bro’s badness
i ain’t gotta tell him to bring them waps
if we see them yutes, it’s straight on-sight
just drop what you’re doin’ and attack
[verse 4: skengdo]
late-night lurk with the gs
who’s that? who’s that? juice this fella
or, dududu bow, bow, bow, the ting got rose like nella
just pull it back like foreskin, make you bro go pick your head up
see i’m fed up, the opps be talkin’
like the boys ain’t dead up
sick and tired of the foolishness
broski’s feelin’ the same way (he is)
see man sippin’ on ray-ray
that’s his last ray-ray for the day-day
carryin’ things same size as me
no we ain’t comin’ to play-play
if i swing this sh-t, ching this pr-ck
watch man do up the nae-nae

[verse 5: lil rass]
shotgun come sort like d9
zk come long like renten
[?] came to me, i’ll dice and blend men
do drills and they go unmentioned (true)
ching yutes and they go unmentioned
old-school days, old flikky’s and pushbikes
get ’round there tryna leave them ended
heat in my hand, ignite ’em
spin that wap like dyson
i ain’t down with the fightin’ tyson
headshots, like my boy silent
critical damage when i got that big ten
i’m gassed that they didn’t start snitchin’
should’ve seen the way that i ripped him
tear through tops when i score with precision
[verse 6: am]
tings in the front, n-ggas in the back
headshot, diddy bop, put him in the bag
if a n-gga lack then put him in the grave
we ain’t hoppin’ out the ride to bang them in the face
we ain’t hoppin’ out the ride to put it in a rib
head shot, diddy bop, put him in a spliff
done what i done so it is what it is
you won’t last for a day if you live where i live, no cap
and the bug same colour as barney
really no [?], i ain’t really a yardie
baby don’t ask “where have you gone?” though
you can still call me when you’re on me
you get linked in the night like bongo
you ain’t gonna see daylight rondo
had a blue shirt lookin’ at barclays
put a red line through it like congo

[outro]
fumez the engineer

- 410

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