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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

Chorus: Abra Cadabra
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 madе the pussy bleed up
But ready, me rеady, 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

Verse 1: Dappy, Abra Cadabra
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

Verse 2: Abra Cadabra
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

Verse 3: Dappy
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

Verse 4: Abra Cadabra
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

Chorus: Abra Cadabra
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

Verse 5: Abra Cadabra
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

Verse 6: Dappy
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

Chorus: Abra Cadabra
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

Outro
Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still