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[Verse 1]
("How is C Dot funded and where do your get your money from?" The simple answer...)
Grr, gang shit
Suwoo
Plugged In with Fumez
[Verse 2]
I don't really like Adeolas
I like fit yardies, so I got one
Way back when we did it on pedals
Got one, got one, got one
**** he ain't won, are you dumb?
Better stay alert when Alert's on a lurk
He'll skid them tyres and pop some
Cali, stardawg, skunk, you know we got options
I was in Felts cah I try make him Michael Phelps
You know I try make him swim
**** man pushed their **** right in
And his vital organs gave up on him
And S is known as the reaper
The way he done **** was way too grim
Talkin' talkers, they ain't on a thing
Try talk on my ting, and I let corn fling
[Verse 3]
If I go court, I'll go jail
If you go court, you will get bail
Cah they know of our previous (I'm different)
They said I shoot one **** Road
I looked at the CCTV, curious (Is it me?)
Like, hold on, wait
There's a mask on his face
Like, how mysterious!
If he didn't get stabbed, then he's stuck on his period
Kicked off my door, now my mumsie's furious
It's a CID, man, you can't be serious
Feds know that I about to come bust that case
So they're tryna do man for this eediat (You can't be serious)
I said they're tryna do man for this eediat (What eediat?)
I heard he got done on the backroads
I'm so sorry for the inconvenience
[Verse 4]
Two **** on a bike, four **** in a whip
Four **** in a whip, two with it with a stick
Who did it with the nine? Who got it with the spins?
Who done it in the night? The 1, 5, or 6
One neek aim it and take that breath
Now he's layin' on a surgeon's bed
Then they're puttin' him together like Potato Head
Now they don't want war, couldn't play in offense
But still in the city, man sin (We do)
Man act like they been 'round things
But they ain't touched hair on my chinnny-chin-chin
I can drill or assist with a brilliant ping
Typing diss, but them silly man sing (Why?)
On a driller man ting, I'ma push it all in
Put the dark in whizz and the light in cling
Get it gone and then go and invest in things
[Verse 5]
Clock them boy there, grip and shoot
Or spin that coupe and ching that yute
**** got packed, so I built that zoot
Then **** got packed, so I built that too
All the opp blocks in tomato juice
Some **** top splittin', it's **** L2
Main road ****, bro got ****
Then they chinged **** and he made it two
Since '017, gang bining yutes
So you know we're known well for the knifings too
Me and S, that's a violent two
That's critical wounds when we ride on you
I could tell you about ****, could tell you about ****
Could tell you about **** cah I did that too
I done mileage in my ridin' shoes
Tryna boot, it's all truth when I hop in the booth
[Verse 6]
I could talk about playin' the field with opps
I plug my man how I plug in the box
Fuck my man, he got done with the dots
Ay, Fumez, how you let man cap in this box? (Ay, Fumez, man!)
I live in the streets, they live in the blogs
They ain't got no racks, they're washed (Ah)
.45 MACs and Glocks
You would never put a thousand grams in shots
Say they on wass, but they ain't like me
You pour out Henny, I pour out tea
Untold drillings, the gang don't speak
If your man got shot, it's unknown like T
I bust man's face in the mosque
Astaghfirullah, but that shit don't sleep
They chat shit, catch bodies on beats
Man throws that, catchin' bodies on deets
[Verse 7]
Who said that the AGs don't ride?
Who said that them man slide?
The unknown **** went insane when them man tried send us an invite
More time I do it in cars, but just the other day I risked it all on a pedal bike
Can't slow down, he nearly drowned
Try make him fly high like a kite
[Verse 8]
Now, wait, strike a pose
They ain't on shit if the truth be told
We had London screamin' out ****
That was on the same day as ****
Sunny and broad day, anything goes
Did they ride for their bro?
Be real, say no (You don't)
Jakes are behind, foot down and go
Gotta hide that pole, get that problem solved
[Verse 9]
If I writ that shit and I spit that shit
I can say "Wallahi, I did that shit"
Seven bells in the .12 gauge, fill that clip
Come longer than me, that's a big-man stick
Took that to the ****, that's a local trip
But we didn't find none, what a ghostly strip
Old-school skengs, that's me and our skeng
Yeah, bro got the nina, I got the spin
[Verse 10]
They can't talk on my bro DS (Are you fucking deaf?)
He got **** on scene
**** man stuck on the **** bench
I would say five, but I don't count **** (I'll allow him)
Life support, what a cap, what a stretch
When we caught ****, we nearly put him to rest
He ran so fast like I'm runnin' from ****
He ran out of breath
[Verse 11]
Now, hold up, little din, though (Joker)
This pump and dump ain't crypto (Ah)
Man talk, but I saw them boy in the can
And wallahi, them boy were involved (Wallahi)
Four fizzy, cinco
Anytime man get around, that's bingo (Rah)
Slap my man with a .44 long
So we call that joint Mandingo
[Verse 12]
(Fumez The Engineer)
("How is C Dot funded and where do your get your money from?" The simple answer...)
Written by: Fumez The Engineer
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