| Sho, sho, sho, you know, AB in the building
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| 7 shit, O way or no way
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| Get right, get left or get stretched
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| Free the drillers ten times, you know
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| (Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still)
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| Boom, you know, like
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| Add a K to the O or get blammed type of settings, you know
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| Free the drillers ten times, sho, grrt, baow
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| Selective bad boys (Sho, sho, sho)
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| Could never be us, man got bine, bare .9 millimetre
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| Fill it up for anybody that wan' beef us
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| Bare talk on the social media
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| But we done him already, how can he ever speak up?
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| Bro hit him already and mad the pussy bleed up
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| But ready, me rady, still have another steam up
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| Creep up, creep up, when the man lean up (Grrt)
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| In the night time, know where we’re gonna be, man (Sho)
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| Don’t tell me nothin', we ain’t hearin' nothin', ease up
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| Only God or my own mother, the ones tellin' me off (Gang)
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| Hit him in his chest, hit him in his back, don’t lack
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| If we miss, then we’re defo coming back, know that
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| Turn him to a memory, turn him to a throwback
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| Glizzy in my palm, beatin' out corn, hold that
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| Them man, they ain’t nothin' like us
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| I ain’t even being biased, little brudda, I’m a icon
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| Never thought the same youts I grew up with are the same ones right now on a
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| ride on (Ride)
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| Now I’m chillin' with broad day booters, electric scooters and somethin' in a
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| man bag
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| Fuck a python, never let bygones be bygones, can’t be no grass in this gangland
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| (Gang)
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| The mandem didn’t want me to ride so I put my mash in the car and said «Go» (Go)
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| AB, I don’t play that shit, man will lift up a opp block neek for my bro (Grrt)
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| Riding, riding (Riding)
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| I come a long way from riding (Sho)
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| Now my YG’s, them doin' up sliding
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| Headshot setting, tryna send him to the highest
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| From a young buck, I had a Lambo on the driveway and I didn’t even have a
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| license (Uh-uh)
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| I must’ve spent about a hundred racks on a case, imagine that, it was all
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| 'cause of violence
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| I don’t play that, I ain’t a newbie, know exactly when a man try moving bookey
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| (What?)
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| And who the fucks my man tryna pree through the rearview? |
| It’s minor,
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| he’s just another groupie (Bap)
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| Best pray that the mandem miss
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| Don’t trip or you could end up like dead boy (Pack)
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| Man deal with the 'net boys
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| .9 millimetre, man slap that and make noise (Baow)
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| I ducked down 'nuff man in these streets, don’t ever claim that as drillings
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| (Nah)
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| But I could show you 'bout drillings, opp boy got (Baow)
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| Chest shot, we did it
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| Selective bad boys (Sho, sho, sho)
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| Could never be us, man got bine, bare .9 millimetre
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| Fill it up for anybody that wan' beef us
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| Bare talk on the social media
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| But we done him already, how can he ever speak up?
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| Bro hit him already and made the pussy bleed up
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| But ready, me ready, still have another steam up
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| Creep up, creep up, when the man lean up (Grrt)
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| In the night time, know where we’re gonna be, man (Sho)
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| Don’t tell me nothin', we ain’t hearin' nothin', ease up
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| Only God or my own mother, the ones tellin' me off (Gang)
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| Hit him in his chest, hit him in his back, don’t lack
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| If we miss, then we’re defo coming back, know that
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| Turn him to a memory, turn him to a throwback
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| Glizzy in my palm, beatin' out corn, hold that (Grrt)
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| Gliding aside, we get drops and we pull up (Pull up)
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| Turn man’s hood up (Sho)
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| Don’t take no Snapchat vids on your block, you know why? |
| 'Cause the machine
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| full up (Don't do it)
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| I got the drop that them boy there lost on their block, so I stood up (On gang)
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| Yo, Mad Max, let’s go there again, let’s go there again (Bap, bap)
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| Them boy don’t know no respect so we’re showering them (Sho), so we’re
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| showering them (Gang, gang)
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| Show them boy they ain’t got no power in them (No)
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| I got the power in my hand with like ten or twelve
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| We put our trust in skengs (Grrt)
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| Don’t get your blood clart kweff (You know)
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| I’ll point this thing at anybody, I ain’t picky, I’ma wrap 'em all up like a
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| durag
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| The only time I go back to back is when I hear «Bap», then get sent to the
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| gulag (Bap, bap)
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| Always been a giver, never been a taker, ask my killy, he was dipped to Jamaica
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| The last nine bar Abz gave man came a Z short, now I gotta fling man an |
| eight-bar
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| I can’t stand them, they’re startin' to annoy man
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| I might check man like I’m chattin' to annoy man
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| Six to nine times out of ten, man get bagged and start singin' to the boydem
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| Can’t be driving up Camden Road, two waps in the dinger when you’re tryna avoid
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| them
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| R.I.P to the bruddas that passed, if you touch my fam, you know I’ll join them
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| Selective bad boys (Sho, sho, sho)
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| Could never be us, man got bine, bare .9 millimetre
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| Fill it up for anybody that wan' beef us
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| Bare talk on the social media
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| But we done him already, how can he ever speak up?
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| Bro hit him already and made the pussy bleed up
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| But ready, me ready, still have another steam up
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| Creep up, creep up, when the man lean up (Grrt)
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| In the night time, know where we’re gonna be, man (Sho)
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| Don’t tell me nothin', we ain’t hearin' nothin', ease up
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| Only God or my own mother, the ones tellin' me off (Gang)
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| Hit him in his chest, hit him in his back, don’t lack
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| If we miss, then we’re defo coming back, know that
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| Turn him to a memory, turn him to a throwback
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| Glizzy in my palm, beatin' out corn, hold that
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| (Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Selective Bad Boys , by - ABRA CADABRA. Song from the album Product of My Environment, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп