Lyrics Engineers - Hp Boyz

Ay can I make one thing clear
If you was in the trap brudda, how are you here?
We be over there cuz, we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
We can't hear nothing, they all disappeared
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't wanna hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon

Ay can I make one thing clear (what's good)
If you was in the trap brudda how are you here?
We be over there cuz, we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
We can't hear nothing, they all disappeared
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't wanna hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon

How conspicuous, how vigorous
I've seen the keys and it's ridiculous (I've seen it all)
Judging what we do, how? It's ambiguous
Can't rely on the governor, the trap is feeding us
We are, bad brothers so don't bother
Stashed up like chopper, mullet proper

So since when did you fucking rock the trend
Since when did you get this confidence? Six!
Rocking matching tracks, doing this and that
Belly'ed up and the burka is all black
And it's the same old faces
Same old statements but my Gs
Flipped their aces to make this

Why you stuntin' and frontin', like you gon do suttin?
You ain't gon' do nothin', you ain't gon' buss nothin'
My whole team stay hungry
You never see us running
Pull a burna out of course we keep a gun in (run)

The whole lot
But free my breddas that be locked up in a box
Too many snitches they be snitching on the block
Fuck a op (fuck them)
They don't know about guap

My whole team stay earning
This shit will never stop, grindin'
All my brothers put time in, gang shit
They couldn't stunt on me (never dat)
I was that fool that be actin' up in school
Now that I'm old yeah I got me little tool
Pull up to your ends, that ain't nothin' real new
G in the flesh yeah I stepped in correct
All my lads bang I just smoke 'em up with leds

Did I make one thing clear
If you was in the trap brudda how are you here?
We be over there cuz, we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
We can't hear nothing, they all disappeared
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't wanna hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon

Tell 'em no bluffing, Cuzzy what's good?
They know me I'm a Don Son straight from the hood
And if they want drama, watch the TV
They call me Benihana, when I'm OT (fucking oath)
I'm weighing up the OZs tryna make a P
I'm still in the Luxy doing 180 (on the M1)
And I don't wanna talk bout them boys there
I'm under the radar, tryna stay clear

And I don't wanna do the dirty's, no fucks
I been doing it since early
Tell em I'm swerving, listen to my sermon
Clearly, I'll tell you how the streets make an earning
Have you ever heard of, clinging on a burner?
Word up, shimmy like I'm Timmy Turner

I was on the curb, doing dirt for the six
Murking, tell 'em I don't work for the Feins
I ride for my click and for all my OGs
I'm that kid from fuckin' HP
And if they tryna do me, tell 'em get it done
Please, I know them boys need a dub

Ay can I make one thing clear
If you was in the trap brudda how are you here?
We be over there cuz, we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
We can't hear nothing, they all disappeared
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't wanna hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon