Rack5 x Fumez the Engineer - Plugged In

It's Zyron Blue, baby

Right now, I'm with a bitch with a back-lift
Front face, front-aim up for her back, they're bakin'
They don't wanna claim that bag
Last man sent shots and the gang got packed
I dug out his - on a counterattack
And my -, man did him up bad
Racks and Rekky, I got that name
'Cause my head moves hot and my blade in hand

I make it cock back, aim, let lock in the chamber
Now, I got one in the head (bow)
I get the drop then take it, pull up
And now, I got one of them - stressed
Alternate patient, fragrance, had four
Now, we got one of them - stressed
When - got shaved up
Them times, that was the latest trend

Skeng, or I step with the sturdy shavers
This not Beckham, the shank won't bend
Cool, hit his face with the bell when he kweng
Wasabi and sushi, I'm keeping it ten (Tenco)
They know on your marks, get set
You gotta outrun feds, or the outcome's death
When the outcome's blade or lead
When he flag that flags, when he made his bed

He got caught outside, we chased him down
And - him down, I - him up (wet, wet)
Thought no way he's gettin' up
Cro said, "In fact, no, don't let him up"
Yeah, they made man dash on
But one got - and the opp got peppered up
I never cap in the booth, etcetera
When he gets timed, it's step man step it up

I ain't got PTSD, I'm a savage
Nothin' ain't botherin' me
They put up on dust, so what was I packin'?
He could've got shot in the -
I done a lot in the beef
That's outside drillin' and robbery sprees
If I got a drop in the -, lose track of it
Now, I'm on top of the beef

Fuck, that's feds and them neeks
Been outside flaggin', they copyin' me
Suttin' got-got in the -
If we're talkin' colors, it's rippin' his T
And suttin' got dipped in
Not - 'cah they ain't patternin' we
Feed him treat if we lack on the streets
We pull up on them and they scatter in D

Young boy, we don't need, indeed
Went kway and he got his degree in the T
One up in the trap, he's a lonely child
Got fish scales smellin', but not from the sea
Trappin' shoes, want five like Jackson
I'm in the booth, never cap when I'm rappin'
I hit that bitch from the back and I said it
And I hop out, it sound like clappin'

That's, that's the G9 thumpin'
Try run from me, get fried like dumplin'
Like jumpin' 'cause this beef needs fundin'
I say that I hate it, but really I love it
From young, newer savage is what I'm becomin'
She got undercover, but not undercover
She know I'm a boss, and I fuck with the rubber
She know I'm a driller, drill on them niggas
I stay with them killers, just chattin' the stork

I, I got them dinners I'm givin' to kittens
And this ain't no shit you can buy at the store
Live shots, spinners, and clips, and dinger that whips
I can tell you ain't did it before
Fillin' up clips, same way I filled up his bitch
Cah's - is a whore

Fumez The Engineer