Arrdee – Plugged In Lyrics

What you saying? ArrDee
Plugged in with Fumez
Ha, you lot ain't ready
Listen, I would say f*ck all the opps
But I ain't got no opps
Everybody loves me, bruv
Trust me, ayy, ah

You would think that after all of this buzz, young little ArrDee would pattern up
Shit, I must be dumb, got a bag, right after I blew in a dinger, I rag about
I can't blow no chase when I'm off my face, in case of the food he was wrapping up
I was smiling, tryna play cheeky chappy but the jakes knew I was blaggin' her
Came out of the cells in the mornin', smokin' a B&H blue
Cheeky Bars on a million views and a private text from my guy called Fumez
I knew what I had to do (trust me)
Cook something up new, spin the series different
Stumbled into the studio miffin', I think it's because of this liquor I'm licking
I'm bringing, all of my beanies with me like they're a part of the gang
Cheeky chappy ain't bad, I'm the lad that'll roll with a whole bag of gyals like "ahh"
'Cause it's good for my mental, full presidential
They way they salute, I'm a general
Oral-B's about, the room's dental, I'm the dentist
I'm as real as they fucking come, I can't sit on fences
I can't back my tongue, and couple brother's reckless
Everyone I step with, they've been here from early
Me and Mitch was splitting up a key for 30
Now the thots are 30 and they're proper dirty
But they slop it slurply, fuckin' hot and certi
I'm a dog and a dog had the kitty purring
Clout can't change me as a person, but
Last night I went to the block that I used to post on and I thought "this ain't me" (f*ck that)
Does that mean that I've changed? Maybe
We've all gotta elevate someday, see (one day)
I know some days seem like there ain't no point anymore
Better grit your teeth
Chin up and push, unless you're some chief, in that case, you shouldn't be listening to me (hah)
I'm for the winners and real who are willing to kill for their dinners and meals
They relate to me 'cause I don't give a f*ck how they feel
Stay true to myself and of course, I had help
But I still thank me and nobody else (nobody else)
I'm the reason that I'm at where I'm at
Why I pop bottles like it's good for my health (ah)
They ain't though, been a stand-up guy from day, though
They can't mold me in what they want
I ain't Play-Doh, I ain't plastic
I ain't gangster, this ain't gang biz
I'm just me, ArrDee, I don't chat shit (no way)
I was broke when I got my pack flipped
When you poor, though, you don't get taught how to play with money
Shit, I never stacked it
I was blowing on my shit on some madness
On some badness, white boy antics
Bare gyal in the shoobz on packet (bare gyal)
Had this before I was established
I'm match fit and they could never match this
They chat shit, now I'm up and I've bagged it
I'm the kid that they wanna collab with (ayy)
Ah, mouthy bastard, that's ArrDee (ah)
But I'm 'bout to chart and go party
Before I'm 'bout to jump in that 'nani, I might have a bath in Barcardi (erugh)
Nasty, freaky girl but she classy
I eat it out then I clart it
I need to tell the details of the shit that I've seen
Need therapy, she keep telling me (I hear that)
But I'm good with my weed and Hennessy (hah)
Told Fumez "I need that melody", you smelling me?
And she don't believe ArrDee when he's yacked off Hennessey (why not?)
No cap, I'm tryna double tap with that yat
She's gonna let me smash 'cause I rap
Plugged in like Fumez, and all that, hah

ArrDee, ArrDee
Ah, I'm out, haha
(Fumez The Engineer)