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lirik lagu b side (785) - plugged in freestyle

[intro: 30]
big up fumez the engineer
plugged in
bside
some 785 sh~t, you already know
free the f~cking gang
free kk, free bucky b
yeah, f~ck with the b or run from the gs

[verse 1: dizz]
boy better know that my ting in the jammer
i let it kick like kaka and watch them scatter
free up bro he’s a well~known attacker
make the p~ssio scream no p~rn, push that in with force
a man pop out with corn, turn man corpse
do it like jason bourne

[vesre 2: 30]
the 32 can seal that easily
the dot~dot’s meaty, the glizzy grip on the handle
i was on the block doin’ crime with the dots in the nine way before i could whip it in manual
my gun doеs blow, have them man on ropes
but thеm man scared to come past this side
but when they do the gang’s gonna shoot
they have to be careful what cars they drive
[verse 3: bgod]
i might lean out and boot like bucky
or bang this chinger, swing like chucky
man’s gotta stay all lowkey
the coppers are still tryna cuff me
had to get man down at his mum’s bit
but i duck man down on ~~~
like “where’s all the big darrgs at?”
cah, i ain’t tryna corn down a puppy

[verse 4: msavv]
if the gang ain’t juggin’, the mandem’s bangin’
you ain’t never had a mop in your hand
then bro in your ear tellin’ you “slap it”
in the ~~~ with a 12 in the ~~~ with a .32, n~gga, that’s gang sh~t
i don’t do no talkin’
i get straight to the beef like a fat kid

[verse 5: dizz]
they ain’t with it
nah, man, they way too timid
i told bro bro “bun him”
but he went and missed by inches
my n~ggas try wig him, nearly did him
ended up blowin’ his back in
now he’s on the wing, he’s a hazard
jailhouse settings, got everything patterned
[verse 6: 30]
we purchased numerous waps then boot up flats
and i make h~lla prof’, i’m shottin’
you ain’t never l!cked up the last of the grub
and still had to wait on the cops and bottles
hold six from the 9, don’t sing when it hit you
let him see what the glizz do
i put the dots to his head like a hindu
rap if i hit a black youngster’s tissue

[verse 7: bgod]
i told bro can i get some shoes?
he said “what size” i said “size 9”
anytime that i creep on them yutes
i mash to the brim tryna fill ’em with lead
nan wouldn’t know how i’m doin’
don’t ask what i’m doin’, i’m doin’ just fine
hold this mash we can wine and dine
do a little more be bane for the nine

[verse 8: msavv]
i wanna bring out the ratchet, ~~~ n~ggas got a lot to say
but i ain’t never seen them bang it
n~ggas just think it’s rappin’
come to the b and see loads of action
n~ggas just think it’s rappin’
come to the b and see loads of action
[verse 9: dizz]
a friend of an opp got murdered
i think bare man forgettin’ it
watch who you roll with
cah anyone with them is gettin’ it
two and a half with a 6 shot remington
this beef ain’t dead, man season and pepper it
dotty nose long like an elephant’s
blow on a pack like the crack does heroin

[verse 10: 30]
get my main guy a test of the buj
he held it good and said it was impressive
any wap that the mandem cop, spin out the dots, [?] to test it
if it weren’t bro it was me that pressed it
f~ck with the b then you must have a death wish
pump on the nine could i make up my mind
i’m tryna decide what to watch on netflix

[verse 11: bgod]
done it with rambo, done it with fl!cky
and even chopped man down, machete
man don’t gun lean, man done one lean
and let that boom boom bang like vecky
bro got nicked, b~tch thought it was sick
’cause he went to her yard to go barf [?]
six in the spin, man step with it
and i ain’t got home ’till the whole ting’s empty

[verse 12: msavv]
the little things count
so, i’ll get lil’ n~ggas down
bro rolled down the window, bow
how can you call him bro when he left your blud ~~, got him down
we got the opps on ropes and you’re sayin’?
~~~ n~ggas don’t leave their house

[verse 13: 30]
done it on foot, in cars and peds
no waps then we step with shanks instead
me and k used to stash that wap in the shed
man stay in the t and trap for bread
many man want me dead
when it rains it pours like 50 cent
slap tap, it just missed his head
had to slap myself cah he should be dead

[verse 14: bgod]
man thinks it’s a game like p4
we got big waps no reboars
man dashed when i hear that neenaw
splashed down one then i need to get 3 more
they come to the b and detour
cah they know that the mandem mean war
make sh~t get messy like lionel
where they at? tryna find them, nemo

[verse 15: msavv]
k got like, fiddy got 15
man still ride, blikky or 15
i need a mac, i need a mizzy
do up your bro, do up your k!lly
couple of waps, and then some dingers
couple of racks, got ourselves peds
f~ck off waps, fill it with lead
do it like clipper and burn my creps

[outro]
fumez the engineer

- lirik lagu b side 785

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