Young Dizz x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In - Fumez The Engineer, Young Dizz

(Yeah, man hear my voice and they can’t speak

Man terrorise the streets and now man terrorise the beats

You dig?

Hahaha)

Duffel bag Dizz, man know what it is

Ayy, ACG

Beckton boys, we’re Beckton bandits (Gang)

Man pull up, bow, shoot (Boyoi)

This ain’t no music group

Man pull up, bow-wow coupes

Go round there and do that booting

Then back to the ends, regroup

Go round there and do that booting

Then back to the ends, regroup

Beckton boys, we’re Beckton bandits (Gang)

Man pull up, bow, shoot (Boyoi)

This ain’t no music group

Man pull up, bow-wow coupes

Go round there and do that booting

Then back to the ends, regroup

Go round ther and do that booting

Then back to the ends, rgroup (You know)

Beckton bandits, I am the truth (Duh)

In the cell with my feet up

I bill up a don that just went on the news

Went 'round there and I done that booting

Bae don’t worry I left no clues

They say they’re winnin' the beef

The scoreboard says that’s far from true

Got a real bad B in my car

On the M-way en-route to this bar (Duh)

I didn’t come here for romance, B

I only came me to burn this GSR

Yo, Twin S said «Can we go Gate?»

I just grabbed my spinny, and I hopped in the car

Beckton bandits, ACG

We’re winnin' the beef, and that’s by far

Hop out the whip, let’s get him (Runner)

Beat that corn, I’ll press it

He might try run and he ain’t that fast

He might get away, but S won’t let him

Prince of the Six, I’m a Beckton legend

Slap that corn at CB’s bredrin

Free Tiny Dizz, they locked him for two waps and a cheffin'

Now, I do that booting (Bow)

Back to the ends, regroup

Silencer on that .38 spinner, just slap that skeng on mute

(Pew-pew, pew-pew-pew-pew)

Just slap that skeng on mute

Silencer on that .38 spinner, just slap that skeng on mute

(Pew-pew, pew-pew-pew-pew, bow-bow, pew-pew-pew-pew)

(Pew-pew-bow, pew pew-pew pew, bow-bow)

They can’t come South side of Newham

Them man know they can’t play that game

If I wanna go Beckton Road

Man’s gotta cut through Forest Lane (Haha)

I went opp block, let it rain

I only did that just to test my aim

Hold on, shh got blazed that day

Oh shit, let me not talk flames

Three years in, and I’m still on tour

Jail in Wales, I’m banged abroad

Free-flow steppin' over here is weird

Like, where’s my opps?

I’m bored

Phone still ringin', shank on my waist

I’d rather be safe than sorry

Still go toe-to-toe like Rocky, and put that work in **** (Haha)

Fired your wap when I fired my ting, I hit my man’s brain (Ah, shit)

Me and H in the ride doing recon

Checkin' his yard on Google Maps

Now, we’re both going back and forth in the ride

Like «Who's gonna let this slap?»

Who’s gonna let this slap?

In my cell, just thinkin'

Ciroc in my liver, it’s blurrin' my vision

Got the drop that an opp just landed

Now, I’m gonna make it my personal mission

I’m on free-flow just grippin'

I got this visit to catch him slippin'

With this jailhouse shiv, I’ll shiv him

Trip him, dip him, ching him, kick him

Beckton boys, we’re Beckton bandits (Gang)

Man pull up, bow, shoot (Boyoi)

This ain’t no music group

Man pull up, bow-wow coupes

Go round there and do that booting

Then back to the ends, regroup

Go round there and do that booting

Then back to the ends, regroup

Beckton boys, we’re Beckton bandits (Gang)

Man pull up, bow, shoot (Boyoi)

This ain’t no music group

Man pull up, bow-wow coupes

Go round there and do that booting

Then back to the ends, regroup

Go round there and do that booting

Then back to the ends, regroup