Lyrics Selective Bad Boys (feat. Dappy) - Dappy , Abra Cadabra

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 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

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)