[Intro: Producer Tag]
Swidom, killdom, yeah
Mason
French the Kid
[Intro: Producer Tag]
Swidom, killdom, yeah
Mason
French the Kid
Plugged in, shout out Fumez the Engineer
Real side of this, trust me
Let's get it
[Verse 1]
Four boys in the ride 'cause I'm out on the glide with the guys and I'm feeling good
Then I’m out in the club with a wap and a slug and a car if we need we should
Yeah I swear life's short when you wear that hood
Caught on a slide anywhere you could
Gang dancin' with the stolen goods
When he backed his shank at mine and stood
And G I'm out an about with boys and I ride with toy from Jimmy and John
I back beef don't chat that's long
Back the shooter to Caribbean songs
Best señorita, viens Carolina, bébé, j'te vois, j't'emmène sur la ville
Fuck with the kid my boys are all gangsters
C'est la mafioso, frère, c'est mon style
Look, I don't envy you, but my bro can tell you envy me
Yeah I got bad B’s tryin' fill my jeans
Can't fuck them 'cah they don't say "Please"
They don't care about girls, I just need my G’s
I got girls on my T-I-P, no V-I-D when I show my P’s
Hit the lick then breathe
Just ask French if you need them waps
I don't care about shh, I don't use them things
And G I don't gang bang, but I play with toys, I stizz' on gym
I got approached by a hater once
He spoke down to me so I filled him in
When I was young had a thing for the guns
All the girls inside never liked my trim
[Chorus]
Toute ma clique, animale, tu sais qu'on aime la guerre
On aime le biff comme un cannibale
Tu sais qu'on aime la (Woo)
I grab mash from the travellers, woah, woah
Little pussy come and fuck with us, yeah
Toute ma clique, animale, tu sais qu'on aime la guerre
On aime le biff comme un cannibale
Tu sais qu'on aime la (Woo)
I grab mash from the travellers, woah, woah
Little pussy come and fuck with us, yeah
[Verse 2]
Wouldn't say I'm legal cuz
But guess I get paid from illegal stuff
I get waved, don't need no buzz
And I hunt on my prey, like an eagle does
Look, I don't care how you feel they ain't no feel till the job gets done
I'm the chosen one, G I walk through locks with loaded gun
My bro grips in the race seriously links got sticks in the rave
This one girl tried lifting my weight
Told her come back get dicked in her face
Got more bad for singing my song
Take one back for vibing on gone
Back when times moving so long
They know me as French to you it's the don
Two hands up when I step in the room
Got boys on the left and right with the shooter
G, I'm sat in the club right now
Got the girls all around with the black Sambuca
Pics with me its mad to see
I never really changed for the fame like Luther
Back then I was out with a shooter
But now in the bar getting drinks with a hooter
Scrap that you don't know me cuz, you don't know my life, you don't know my pain
Essex prince and I'm out for the block to the sights got ties with big boy names
I can't feel my face got a baddie in the back she don't wanna get trained
She just wanna give brain
Nah I'm messin', I just wanna get paid
[Chorus]
Toute ma clique, animale, tu sais qu'on aime la guerre
On aime le biff comme un cannibale
Tu sais qu'on aime la (Woo)
I grab my shit from the travellers, woah, woah
Little pussy come and fuck with us, yeah
[Outro: Producer Tag]
Fumez the Engineer
French the Kid x Fumez the Engineer - Plugged In Part 2
[Intro: Producer Tag]
Oh, Simmonz
[Verse]
My brother knows that if he needs, he got this pole on me
I make you see the sun like through the storm, they talkin' Polo G
In my head, I'm painting pictures like it's Mona Lise
Really seen the darkness and it's crazy on these golden streets
You think they rich becah they rappin' on a stolen beats?
You think they rich becah they rappin' 'bout a stolen tree?
I think they're selling dreams, writing peoples' remedies
Darkness in my head has got me smoking on some evergreen
I swear I'm on this music shit, I really am
Wouldn't say I'm legal, if you know me, I'm a helping hand
Uncoupled hand in my area to chew the gang
No one's going to touch it while the sun, you all just understand
I was chatting to this fiend about some Essex slang
The last time that I saw him, now, he's flowing through that neverland
He got lost up in them dreams like it was Peter Pan
But he got lost up in them drugs and that one Peter's plan
It's always same shit, different days
Sweating, never stoppin' 'til my brother stop sellin' yay
Got some thoughts up in my brain that I can't ever say
Swear these females roamin' through the alley like the everglade
Shit, I might just pack it up and leave
How the fuck could I just hit it while bro's sleepin' on the street?
Like mum, I've really done my best
I'm really losing sleep
Still see Faz, he overdosed up in my arms at fourteen
Never been through nothin', I never seen shit
Fuck that, seen more suicide than crackers on the strip
Got me walking around this manner, with a dagger on my hip
If you touch one of my brothers, put a bullet through your lip
It's full of gangs signs in my area
See me runnin' around it with some wolfs, fuck a terrier
It full of gangs signs in my area
See me runnin' 'round here with some wolves, fuck a─
[Outro]
Fumez The Engineer