410 - Plugged In Freestyle (Ft. AM, Lil Rass & Skengdo)

[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 there, we turned it off
Say mum's life you ain't heard of us
We got drug dealers and murderers
410 to the world enough
Hella corn we're servin' up
Leave a keloid 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 bitch 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 niggas 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 fuck 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 (mally)
[Verse 2: Skengdo]
Stretch him, stretch him, see man back out this fuck-off weapon
Everyone thinks they're bad, mad
Boy don't come to my section
The Gs done rest at 4am
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 hella
You know you ain't like that fella

[Verse 3: Lil Rass]
On the ride with Paulo, handbrakes skiddin'
I spotted a opp from a distance
It wasn't me that did him, my bro that did him, all I know is he got did in
I see a man try run and cover his head
He 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 flung 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, du-du-du 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 Wray-Wray
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 shit, ching this prick
Watch man do up the nae-nae

[Verse 5: Lil Rass]
Shotgun come short like D9
ZK come long like Renten
Buck into 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 victim
I'm gassed that he didn't start snitchin'
Should've seen the way that I ripped him
Tear through tops when I score with precision
[Verse 6: AM]
Niggas in the front, niggas in the back
Headshot, Diddy bop, put him in the bag
If a nigga 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 bud 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