Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Selective Bad Boys, artist - ABRA CADABRA. Album song Product of My Environment, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Abra Cadabra
Song language: English
Selective Bad Boys |
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) |