Music Video by HP Boyz - Engineers
Hook
Aye can I make one thing clear
If you was in the trap brother, how are you here
We be over there cause, we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
We can't hear nothing, they all disappear
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't want to hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon
Aye can I make one thing clear
If you was in the trap brother, how are you here
We be over there cause, we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
We can't hear nothing, they all disappear
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't want to hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon
Verse 1
How conspicuous, how vigorous
I've seen the keys, and it's ridiculous
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 confident
Rocking matching tracks, doing this and that
Bellied 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 stunting and fronting like you going to do something
You ain't gon' do nothing, you ain't gon' bust nothing
My whole team stay hungry, you never see us running
Pull a burner out, of course we keep a gunning
The whole lot, but free my brothers that be
Locked up in a box, too many snitches they be
Snitching on the block, f**k them all
They don't know about *****
My whole team stay earning, this shit will never stop, grinding
All my brothers put time in, gang shit
They couldn't stunt on me, 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 nothing real new
G in the flesh yeah I stepped in correct
All my lads bang I just smoke them up with leads
Hook
Aye can I make one thing clear
If you was in the trap brother, how are you here
We be over there cause, we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
We can't hear nothing, they all disappear
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't want to hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon
Verse 2
Tell them no bluffing, cousin 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
I'm weighing up the OZs trying to make a P
I'm still in the Luxy doing one-eighty
And I don't want to talk about them boys their
I'm under the radar, trying to stay clear
And I don't want to do the dirties, no fucks
I been doing it since early, tell them 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 them I don't work for the feinds
I ride for my click and for all my OGs
I'm that kid from f**king HP
And if they trying do me, tell them get it done
Please, I know them boys need a *****
Hook
Aye can I make one thing clear
If you was in the trap brother, 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 disappear
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't want to hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon
Aye can I make one thing clear
If you was in the trap brother, how are you here
We be over there cause, we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
We can't hear nothing, they all disappear
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't want to hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon
Aye can I make one thing clear
If you was in the trap brother, how are you here
We be over there cause, we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
We can't hear nothing, they all disappear
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't want to hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon
Verse 1
How conspicuous, how vigorous
I've seen the keys, and it's ridiculous
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 confident
Rocking matching tracks, doing this and that
Bellied 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 stunting and fronting like you going to do something
You ain't gon' do nothing, you ain't gon' bust nothing
My whole team stay hungry, you never see us running
Pull a burner out, of course we keep a gunning
The whole lot, but free my brothers that be
Locked up in a box, too many snitches they be
Snitching on the block, f**k them all
They don't know about *****
My whole team stay earning, this shit will never stop, grinding
All my brothers put time in, gang shit
They couldn't stunt on me, 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 nothing real new
G in the flesh yeah I stepped in correct
All my lads bang I just smoke them up with leads
Hook
Aye can I make one thing clear
If you was in the trap brother, how are you here
We be over there cause, we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
We can't hear nothing, they all disappear
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't want to hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon
Verse 2
Tell them no bluffing, cousin 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
I'm weighing up the OZs trying to make a P
I'm still in the Luxy doing one-eighty
And I don't want to talk about them boys their
I'm under the radar, trying to stay clear
And I don't want to do the dirties, no fucks
I been doing it since early, tell them 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 them I don't work for the feinds
I ride for my click and for all my OGs
I'm that kid from f**king HP
And if they trying do me, tell them get it done
Please, I know them boys need a *****
Hook
Aye can I make one thing clear
If you was in the trap brother, 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 disappear
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't want to hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon
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