Engineer Active (feat. Lil bape, LilBuckss & Diamond Street Keem) - Hbn2418

Ay, Plugged In Fumez The Engineer AGB Free Hitman, free Broadday, free Armed Response Anything goes Ayy, bow Ever hear last words like, "Shh, you nerd"? (shh) Go gulag and ride your bird Two skengs in a Merc', get put in a Benz If you hear it skrr, bow, skrr Man open chest, I don't want treasure Chinged his head and made him duh Are you fucking dumb? Get chinged for fun They ain't bad boys, see all of them run (Dasheen) Run, run when the mandem come Suttin' got smoked by Smokeyy's gun (bow) Right now they got TScam locked for two to endanger life Feds want us gone This ZK's strong, it's also long This .44 long could kill King Kong Left his bro and that's not right It's only right that he went out wrong (gang, gang) Tryna get from A to B Now I find myself doing laps in the C Gear in D 'til pet's on E I don't give a F, I'll pack your G H my nigga, press that trigger Ching that chest and done it like me Done it like I, blood on my J's that night Courtesy of my mindi I was raised in the A 'round guns and blades Now the gang got buns like the BB ping Live in the C we put holes in tees D shot first and then slapped my ting It was EE, then Lyca to Lyca But F Lyca, 'cah the service shit Step with G's in the ride like Keke We got packs in the 156 Free up H, my brodie a hitman When he tastes freedom, it's nothing but drillings Allah's my witness I left blood on my J's Got my rambo leaking gruesome Juice him, K's and attempted killings Two L's up, tryna find these fill em's Went for the M on every yute that I banged on Civilians screamin' "No, don't kill him" I was in the P like purgers purgers Smoking a Q with Yevz, my seven Lebz, gon' get him Screamed out "Ahh" when I stabbed And pissed that I jammed on his bredrin Play ST, man SAD, you ain't' nothing like me I'll step and bench him Drench him, new bells, test it, press it Leave man planking, like fuck what you're benchin' We catch K's and they take L's So we got M's, why we ring bells Straight NO unless you got P's Smoked your rent best scrape these scales Weigh your words, don't chat too loose Gave him fourteen like two Q's Make man scream out "Ah" with S Then hit up the T and billed that yute I got confidence in my knifework But I can't say the same 'bout you Bunch of V's when it comes to works Chinged up bare and packed a few In '019 we got 2 W's This year suttin' else got X'ed Like why do they hate Suspect? 'Cah bare of their friends got put in my Z Treat opp block like wakanda Black like panther Might see a sparkle like VVS Thought it was WWE 'til man got done in his head, neck, chest They give verbal we ride on them Gang need us a movie, we X'ing men Why do the paigons love give verbal? 'Cah gang bang-bang, Chief Keef on them More time man turn up with the turner Shit gets turn up, boom, bye-bye All man heard was du-du-du, du-du-du Tyres screech, I thought my man died Usual suspect, ZK specialist Man got packed tryna be that guy I was locked up when CeeMizz died I laughed out loud 'til I nearly cried Two G's in the front, three G's in the back We're tryna turn something from 5th to a pack Two hands on a twelve, two Duracell batts I'm way too charged I'm itching to crash Bro said "Sus, you're way too rash" I can't help it, I'm itching to scratch It went through his chest and come out his back Turn the other way round where Reckz got whacked One smack in her back, one pull on her braids She scream, "Suspect" like an I.D. parade I don't want cuffs, just give me brain Put CeeMizz in this paper plane Don't want legs, just ching that brain Broadday's known for the wickedest aim Niggas get famous after they die So come my way if you want that fame I might call this B Sharkeisha The nitty KO'd, when he took this bujj They call when they need for my help I'm a local hero like Robin Hood 24's flying them like Peter I'm the captain in my Camden Hood Anywhere goes, wallahi, I'm good We're the reason the jareers are shook Still get around with the tee on my face Holy shank, turn an opp boy saint Kickback B, I don't dance in a rave But I'll still cut shapes in a paigon's face Do it like Wesley, double the blade Or Bismillah and then load that dotty Man doing it, no face, no case They stay diggin' up, fillin' up them graves Fumez the Engineer

Are you married to the streets? It's hard to get a divorce It's even hard to get a separation 'Til death do us part! X2 Money, streets it's all the same Power, respect it's all the same Life, loyalty it's all the same Living in the streets I give you the game System lost my daddy man that shit is scary Life without parole so much weight to carry Signed to the streets yea bitch I'm married Raised raised by the streets man that shit is heavy Free my nigga Camron free my nigga Reggie Feds took them down for that anti-reggie Respect, you need that to be that You don't, don't bleed that don't bleed that Serving out the phones that's an easy case Feds hands on them got them niggas going crazy One way out the hood either rich or erased I'm living in the streets that taught me the game X2 L's up for all my niggas Money power respect, that's what I [?] Living in the streets that's why they tote them thangs Some bad bitch on my lap tryna give me brain Got some real niggas in my circle won't fuck with lames Life, loyalty, throw L's that's how we bang I ain't switch it up on my niggas how could I change? But niggas would switch up on they niggas just for that change Not loyalty you're a fucking nigga can't claim what I [?] Don't cross us, cause we ain't doing this shit for the fam Take a [?] Take a [?] Let's get it X2 Teaming up with niggas I was never with it Time of coming big is turn us into winners Friends turn to snitches get killed if you mention Basketball court and straight back to the kitchen No open jobs right back to the corner You can't beat the set you gotta join Walking to the store been that rachet noise Trapping trapping turn to rapping and I made a living Put D out on my block and I made a killing Niggas killed my homie and I made them feel it Signed to the streets, ain't a fucking difference X2 Js3