[Intro]
(What we drinking? It's F28, baby)
(Bullet)
Triggy, Plugged In with Fumez
HR, PG, you know the vibe
Diss BD, get showered in bine
Gang shit, free the Zart, man
Free 22shot
HR, baow

[Verse]
I'm in uptown live with my shooter
Just the other day, I was eatin' tuna
Lil' bro wanna bring out the hoover
Send that bad one there in a Uber (Go)
Knows what to do, he's clued up
That's 'cause I taught him how to maneuver (Smart)
I know what to do with this phone, it's a boomer
Give him straight drop and they come back sooner
I ain't really one for the braggin' (No)
Anytime my HR demon step in the ride, know we tryna come back with a package
Lift and click, inflict some damage (Grrt)
If not corpse, then it's gotta be cabbage
Free B1, that's my fuckin' savage (Free him)
Free MG, he does landin' splashings
All of my bros on crashings (Free 'em)
Digga left ZK chopped in his face
Fibbz left Lo and he got erased (Ouch)
You see how this world is a fucked up place
I swear they're all meant to be mates (Hahahahaha)
If the front gets kicked, tell my young boy, "Hit the back door and you better escape"
No lovin', no TR straight
Got rock out the pot, but I copped it flaked (Whip it)
N***as get killed in Kilburn
Ayy, bro, mind the women and children (Ayy, mind them)
You know, we see opps and drill them
Too much lies, so I gotta reveal them (I got you)
Still on the Zart with Blacks and 9
Still on the Zart with waps and bine
Fresh out of jail, I was trapped inside
Too much years for the county lines
Ayy, Fumez, ayy, Fumez
I can smell dead opps in the room
Broski sweep up with the broom
Hands-free like I work on Zoom
Send out a text, make a bag by noon
I live this shit that I rap in a booth
Latex, bally, I can't leave clues
Givin' him smoke like he ask for a twos
Buyin' 'em beaters, tracks and troochers
I'm from the M, just part of the pattern
Broad day demons, late night creepers
Go check the news, better manner your chattin'
You ain't squash no man in no ding-dong
Turn off the track like, please stop the cappin'
They got most of my gang on the landin'
But we still out tryna make shit happen
All of my HRs trappin' and slappin' (Baow)
This Louis V bag on my shoulders holdin' my weapon, it ain't for fashion
If I spot me an opp on this landin' before you can blink, I'm gettin' it bruckin'
Got a badders to bring me a pack in
Now I can roll up Lo and I'm snappin'
Alright
Cats on my phone, no hours of slack, I was trappy from when I was born
Don't get caught by the G's, get your head back cooked or your t-shirt torn (Rip it)
Bro got the drop on a crop, now he's cuttin' the grass like he's mowin' the lawn (Rip it)
Amiri rips with the 4's, I was live in the T, you was watchin' porn (Live)
They not like us, Kendrick Lamar (They not)
Two sticks in the back of the car
Creep up close if I see it from far
My hitters bring trophies back to the Zart
Gucci got caught, got left in the past
Lo got caught, got left in the past
He ain't got heart, he left his darg
Now we billin' 'em up like Puff, Puff, Pass
[Outro]
Ayy, bro, pass me the rizzler
(Fumez The Engineer)
Ayy, bro, pass me the lighter
Ahahahahahaha
Free the Zart, man