Selective Bad Boys - ABRA CADABRA, Dappy

Sho, sho, sho, you know, AB in the building

7 shit, O way or no way

Get right, get left or get stretched

Free the drillers ten times, you know

(Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still)

Boom, you know, like

Add a K to the O or get blammed type of settings, you know

Free the drillers ten times, sho, grrt, baow

Selective bad boys (Sho, sho, sho)

Could never be us, man got bine, bare .9 millimetre

Fill it up for anybody that wan' beef us

Bare talk on the social media

But we done him already, how can he ever speak up?

Bro hit him already and mad the pussy bleed up

But ready, me rady, still have another steam up

Creep up, creep up, when the man lean up (Grrt)

In the night time, know where we’re gonna be, man (Sho)

Don’t tell me nothin', we ain’t hearin' nothin', ease up

Only God or my own mother, the ones tellin' me off (Gang)

Hit him in his chest, hit him in his back, don’t lack

If we miss, then we’re defo coming back, know that

Turn him to a memory, turn him to a throwback

Glizzy in my palm, beatin' out corn, hold that

Them man, they ain’t nothin' like us

I ain’t even being biased, little brudda, I’m a icon

Never thought the same youts I grew up with are the same ones right now on a

ride on (Ride)

Now I’m chillin' with broad day booters, electric scooters and somethin' in a

man bag

Fuck a python, never let bygones be bygones, can’t be no grass in this gangland

(Gang)

The mandem didn’t want me to ride so I put my mash in the car and said «Go» (Go)

AB, I don’t play that shit, man will lift up a opp block neek for my bro (Grrt)

Riding, riding (Riding)

I come a long way from riding (Sho)

Now my YG’s, them doin' up sliding

Headshot setting, tryna send him to the highest

From a young buck, I had a Lambo on the driveway and I didn’t even have a

license (Uh-uh)

I must’ve spent about a hundred racks on a case, imagine that, it was all

'cause of violence

I don’t play that, I ain’t a newbie, know exactly when a man try moving bookey

(What?)

And who the fucks my man tryna pree through the rearview?

It’s minor,

he’s just another groupie (Bap)

Best pray that the mandem miss

Don’t trip or you could end up like dead boy (Pack)

Man deal with the 'net boys

.9 millimetre, man slap that and make noise (Baow)

I ducked down 'nuff man in these streets, don’t ever claim that as drillings

(Nah)

But I could show you 'bout drillings, opp boy got (Baow)

Chest shot, we did it

Selective bad boys (Sho, sho, sho)

Could never be us, man got bine, bare .9 millimetre

Fill it up for anybody that wan' beef us

Bare talk on the social media

But we done him already, how can he ever speak up?

Bro hit him already and made the pussy bleed up

But ready, me ready, still have another steam up

Creep up, creep up, when the man lean up (Grrt)

In the night time, know where we’re gonna be, man (Sho)

Don’t tell me nothin', we ain’t hearin' nothin', ease up

Only God or my own mother, the ones tellin' me off (Gang)

Hit him in his chest, hit him in his back, don’t lack

If we miss, then we’re defo coming back, know that

Turn him to a memory, turn him to a throwback

Glizzy in my palm, beatin' out corn, hold that (Grrt)

Gliding aside, we get drops and we pull up (Pull up)

Turn man’s hood up (Sho)

Don’t take no Snapchat vids on your block, you know why?

'Cause the machine

full up (Don't do it)

I got the drop that them boy there lost on their block, so I stood up (On gang)

Yo, Mad Max, let’s go there again, let’s go there again (Bap, bap)

Them boy don’t know no respect so we’re showering them (Sho), so we’re

showering them (Gang, gang)

Show them boy they ain’t got no power in them (No)

I got the power in my hand with like ten or twelve

We put our trust in skengs (Grrt)

Don’t get your blood clart kweff (You know)

I’ll point this thing at anybody, I ain’t picky, I’ma wrap 'em all up like a

durag

The only time I go back to back is when I hear «Bap», then get sent to the

gulag (Bap, bap)

Always been a giver, never been a taker, ask my killy, he was dipped to Jamaica

The last nine bar Abz gave man came a Z short, now I gotta fling man an

eight-bar

I can’t stand them, they’re startin' to annoy man

I might check man like I’m chattin' to annoy man

Six to nine times out of ten, man get bagged and start singin' to the boydem

Can’t be driving up Camden Road, two waps in the dinger when you’re tryna avoid

them

R.I.P to the bruddas that passed, if you touch my fam, you know I’ll join them

Selective bad boys (Sho, sho, sho)

Could never be us, man got bine, bare .9 millimetre

Fill it up for anybody that wan' beef us

Bare talk on the social media

But we done him already, how can he ever speak up?

Bro hit him already and made the pussy bleed up

But ready, me ready, still have another steam up

Creep up, creep up, when the man lean up (Grrt)

In the night time, know where we’re gonna be, man (Sho)

Don’t tell me nothin', we ain’t hearin' nothin', ease up

Only God or my own mother, the ones tellin' me off (Gang)

Hit him in his chest, hit him in his back, don’t lack

If we miss, then we’re defo coming back, know that

Turn him to a memory, turn him to a throwback

Glizzy in my palm, beatin' out corn, hold that

(Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still)