[Intro: Dodgy & ZK]
(Rigas)
Fumez The Engineer, Plugged In
CGM shit
Step back or get stepped on
Free all the fucking members
Shout out my LA hitters
(How is C Dot funded and where do you get your money from? The simple answer—)
Brr, bow, bow

[Verse 1: ZK]
Likkle man got big for his boots
I told him "Slow down, understand your purpose" (Relax)
Play your position if you ain't gliding
You're definitely working
I can't put the drill on diversion
Best of 3, you shooting or skrring? (Bow)
They said I bun my man and I bun my man
It's only right that the opps keep burning

[Verse 2: Dodgy]
In the T, no Scam, fuck AGB
No fraud when bro did a clicker (Bow, bow)
Everybody wants to link up just to beef us
Only right that I scope man's Insta
I'm tapped, I go through the likes on the picture and comments
I know you'rе his n***a (Don't lie)
Shell it at barbies, I'm not particular
Mind whеn attendin' a drink up (Bow, bow)
[Verse 3: ZK]
Best mind when attending them drink ups (Mind out)
He got shot, he weren't even a drinker (On me)
I'm good with my index finger
Decamp the ped, shooting at the sprinter (Brr)
I lit up that yute, but it weren't no rave
Had his barbie doin' Nuh Linga
I put opps in my blade in West
The way I done Adotz, similar

[Verse 4: Dodgy]
Golden boot of '018, did it bait
Gillette blades, had to shave man clean (Ching, ching)
On the mains, baitface when I wet AD in the dance
Had the skorpses and the 9X tucked in my jeans (It's live)
I won't shoot from a cross like a Jesus piece
I'll get up close, let this Nina squeeze (Wey, wey)
This .32 'retta got ACP
I'm tryna leave man dead on the scene (They know)

[Verse 5: ZK]
Don't step to my block, man, the streets are cold
I can make violence unfold (Right now)
Green light on my man, I'ma go put my career on hold
I'll fill up the 9X, do it while driving, and I still tek it on toes (Brr)
I gotta give credit to bro
When I wet Eman, didn't get him alone
[Verse 6: Dodgy]
I just put an opp in a spliff (Who's that?)
Inhale, what's the feedback? (Let me know)
Looking at a vid' of a paigon dying
Lying, trousers around his kneecaps (Oh shit)
Where they at? Let's relap'
Talk on the points then recap (Let's recap)
How we patterned that place and squeezed that?
Wet Yung Creepz and the cameras see that

[Verse 7: ZK]
Dem attempted kills stopped giving me thrills (For real)
Nowadays, I just want me a package
Verbal abuse, best mind who you're @ing
I'm known for responding rapid (Bow)
I ain't into the chattings, I saw him and slapped that
I give verbal, I can back it (Right now)
We got options if we're thinking to drop
That's the 19 or the 'matic (Which one?)
In '019, sliding was a habit, we were shotgun fanatics (Bow)
And if I can't pattern the dinger, tragic
Step with the 4s, fizzy, cab it
See him and tap it, grab it and slap it
Put that right back in my jacket
These bulldogs bite, don't think you can hack it
If you catch one, get put in yo packet
[Verse 8: Dodgy]
Jerry got shot on the 9
Tubbz got shot on the 12 (Bow)
J1's mum saw me wet down J1
If I had time, would have wet her as well (Wet that bitch)
Scratch off bait on the opp block
See man run, pellet their girls
And if you don't know how to ying that
Gimme the nank, I'll wet him myself (Ching, ching)
Spin back, tryna get him myself
But ZK's there, tryna get him as well (Tag team chingers)
I got nicked for a pack, but bailed
That's a M, not the one on the scales (They know)
They love talk on my name, it sells (Why's that?)
The last time I dipped that I had man's shitbag
All on my nank, it smells
Fill it up, let the .44 twirl (Let it twirl)

[Verse 9: ZK]
I try bun Mystro in the car
He try bun my man in his yard (Bow)
I just got nicked for a booting
Said I bun my man in Zart (Who knows)
Smile on my face when I got down A1
Only regret didn't ying out his heart
Jump in the rental, I'm swervin'
Treat it like Mario Kart (Grr)

[Verse 10: Dodgy]
I can't see no one, so I'm spinnin' again
When I buck Ratlin, I'ma ching him again (Ching, ching)
I'm sure Calvin got chinged in his neck by them
Now, I see man chillin' with dem
It don't make sense, I know
Who knows how suttin' like that could ever get blessed? (How?)
He's not like us, we can never feel pressed
I promise I'll press 'til the outcome's death (Bow)

[Outro]
(Fumez The Engineer)