[Intro: Producer Tag & CB]
Project X
Ayo, Scratcha, that sounds cold
Done know, it's your boy CB
King of drill
In jail, on road, anywhere, you get me?
Man know the ting
Gaza, A's up, G's up
Right now you're plugged into Fumez The Engineer
You know already what time it is, innit
You get me? We run this ting, innit
Bubush

[Verse]
When I step 'round there it's violent
Broad day, I done them knifings
That ain't no point if you hit man's leg
Me, I'm tryna touch man's eyelid
Yeah, I got love for my bros
Man drilled that punk 'cah bro didn't like him
I'm really in the field, it's fryin'
Ask the opps 'cah they ratin' my ting
Drills get done by us
Swing them shanks tryna puncture lungs
You ain't ever walked in a pool of blood
Left man red like a London bus
Anywhere it goes, they know, that's jail or road
I've had big men on ropes
Jump out the ride with waps or swing them shanks
It's gonna be the same result
Either way, tryna leave man dead, like your friend
Jump out the ride with skengs
Last time I did, I got a twenty-three rep
No lies, go check
N***as can't talk on the 7th
Most of the drills got done by me or my bredrins
Them man talk on the net then leggin'
I ain't even backed my weapon
When that blood got spilled, it gave me chills
I swear I really love the thrill
How many opps been killed?
This beef is real, the Gaza down for the drills
Anywhere, anytime, I'm bangin'
Give me the drop and they know I'm crashin'
Them man just do it for Insta'
Me, I do it 'cah I hate these faggots
We on different stuff, we on different things
Tell bro fill that to the brim
More time, it was me that's lurkin'
Now it's Young CB who takes that risk
How many times did I tape off roads
House or 6, tryna tape off both
The beef's intense, tryna tape off domes
Had one bell but now we got loads
Smokey smoke
You don't wanna see Steg rise that pole
Free my little bros
Ish, Hutch, Pablo
Can't wait 'til they land road
Bodies get dropped like flies
We drop opps, them man drop random guys
You don't wanna choose this life
Your boy got dropped and man started thinkin' twice
They don't wanna go to the shop
They don't wanna chill on their block
They don't wanna hit their shots
It's only right 'cah the beef's on top
Step and get-got
Nowadays all these rappers ain't on badness
I call them actors
Man get caught in the flesh and deny their friends
I swear it's a madness
Let me find where that pussy sleeps
We'll dead his mum, brother, sister, niece
I swear I really hate these neeks
This shit won't stop 'til they're all deceased
Them man just move like girls
Chatty-pattys lie even when they take L's
Better not slip with your bitch
You'll both get hit, end man's date with shells
I can never slip for a hoe
Anywhere I go, man got that on me
When I link that bitch, she don't bring no Johnnys
I brought my burger, shout my Brummies
Heard he's a snitch, keep him from me
Get whacked with the stick like I'm playin' hockey
My name rings bells like Noddy
Not 'cause I rap, 'cause I drill for a hobby
Free my drillers, everytime
Free C1, free Nat Nice
Free TI, that's my slime
They ain't gotta talk, I'll do it for mine
A's up, G's up, we ride
This beef ain't dead, it's live
We play hide and seek with the opps
Us man seek and they always hide
[Outro: Engineer Tag]
Fumez The Engineer