Selective Bad Boys
Abra Cadabra [feat. Dappy] Lyrics
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Seven 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)
O, you know, like
Said add the K to the O or get blammed type of settings, you know
Free the drillers ten times, sho
Selective bad boys (sho, sho, sho)
Could never be us, man got bine, bare .9 millimeter
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, mi 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 comin' 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 bein' 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 neat for my bro (grrt)
Ridin', ridin' (ridin')
I come a long way from ridin' (sho)
Now my YB's, them doin' up slidin'
Headshot settin', 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 the 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 movin' 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 millimeter, 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 millimeter
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, mi 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 comin' back, know that
Turn him to a memory, turn him to a throwback
Glizzy in my palm, beatin' out corn, hold that (grrt)
Glidin' 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 showerin' them (sho), so we're showerin' 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 bloodclaut 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
Sixty-nine times out of ten, man get bagged and start singin' to the boydem
Can't be drivin' 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 millimeter
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, mi 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 comin' 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)
The song "Selective Bad Boys" by Abra Cadabra featuring Dappy is a drill song that glorifies the lifestyle of a bad boy. The song is filled with references to violence, beefs, and gang activity. Abra Cadabra starts the song by acknowledging his place in the grime scene, stating that he is "AB in the buildin'," and refers to the Seven Sisters area of Tottenham, where he is from, by saying "Seven shit, O way or no way."
In the chorus, Abra Cadabra and Dappy boast that they are "Selective Bad Boys" who cannot be messed with. They mention carrying a .9 millimeter gun and are willing to use it on anyone who "wan' beef" with them. The lyrics also mention their notoriety on social media, stating that people talk about them but are already beaten up and bleeding by the time they speak up.
The verses deliver the message that the bad boys are always ready to attack their enemies. Abra Cadabra raps about how he is ready to go when his friends ask him to ride, even if he has to put his gun in the car. He also talks about his past experiences and how he has always had a love for dangerous things, such as buying a Lamborghini before he was even old enough to drive it. The lyrics suggest a desire for control and dominance, as Abra Cadabra talks about shooting anyone who tries to cross him and sending them to the "gulag."
Line by Line Meaning
Sho, sho, sho, you know, AB in the buildin'
AB is present and accounted for
Seven shit, O way or no way
We only have one path forward
Get right, get left or get stretched
There are consequences for not following the path
Free the drillers ten times, you know
Supporting the release of incarcerated individuals multiple times
(Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still)
A shoutout to a friend for their actions
O, you know, like
An emphasis on the statement to come
Said add the K to the O or get blammed type of settings, you know
A warning to act accordingly
Free the drillers ten times, sho
Reiterating support for incarcerated individuals
Grrt, baow
Sound effects to depict gunfire
Selective bad boys (sho, sho, sho)
Describing a certain type of individual
Could never be us, man got bine, bare .9 millimeter
We are not the selective bad boys described earlier
Fill it up for anybody that wan' beef us
We are prepared to retaliate if provoked
Bare talk on the social media
People talk without action
But we done him already, how can he ever speak up?
We have already taken care of a perceived threat
Bro hit him already and made the pussy bleed up
Retaliation has been taken
But ready, mi ready, still have another steam up
We remain prepared for any further threats
Creep up, creep up, when the man lean up (grrt)
We move with stealth and precision
In the night time, know where we're gonna be, man (sho)
We have planned our movements
Don't tell me nothin', we ain't hearin' nothin', ease up
We do not want to hear about potential threats
Only God or my own mother, the ones tellin' me off (gang)
We only listen to those closest to us
Hit him in his chest, hit him in his back, don't lack
We are ready to attack at any angle
If we miss, then we're defo comin' back, know that
We will not be deterred by a failed attack
Turn him to a memory, turn him to a throwback
We plan to remove any perceived threats permanently
Glizzy in my palm, beatin' out corn, hold that
We are armed and ready for any confrontation
Them man, they ain't nothin' like us
We are different from other individuals
I ain't even bein' biased, little brudda, I'm a icon
A declaration of personal success
Never thought the same youts I grew up with are the same ones right now on a ride on (ride)
People change over time
Now I'm chillin' with broad day booters, electric scooters and somethin' in a man bag
A description of a particular situation
Fuck a python, never let bygones be bygones, can't be no grass in this gangland (gang)
We do not forgive past wrongs easily
The mandem didn't want me to ride so I put my mash in the car and said, "Go" (go)
Ignoring advice to take matters into one's own hands
AB, I don't play that shit, man will lift up a opp block neat for my bro (grrt)
We are committed to protecting our own
Ridin', ridin' (ridin')
Moving with purpose
I come a long way from ridin' (sho)
A declaration of personal growth
Now my YB's, them doin' up slidin'
Other individuals are involved in our activities
Headshot settin', tryna send him to the highest
We are aiming for fatal shots
From a young buck, I had a Lambo on the driveway
A reference to personal wealth and success
And I didn't even have a license (uh-uh)
A disregard for the law
I must've spent about a hundred racks on the case
Legal issues are expensive
Imagine that, it was all 'cause of violence
The cause of the legal issues
I don't play that, I ain't a newbie
We are experienced in our activities
Know exactly when a man try movin' bookey (what?)
We are aware of potential threats
And who the fucks my man tryna pree through the rearview?
Questioning someone's motives
It's minor, he's just another groupie (bap)
A potential threat is insignificant
Best pray that the mandem miss
A warning to potential threats
Man deal with the 'net boys
We handle online threats
.9 millimeter, man slap that and make noise (baow)
We are armed and ready to make our presence known
I ducked down 'nuff man in these streets
Avoiding harm
Don't ever claim that as drillings (nah)
Misconceptions about our actions
But I could show you 'bout drillings, opp boy got (baow)
A demonstration of our capabilities
Chest shot, we did it
A successful attack
Glizzy in my palm, beatin' out corn, hold that (grrt)
We remain armed and ready for any confrontation
Glidin' aside, we get drops and we pull up (pull up)
We move with stealth and speed
Turn man's hood up (sho)
Taking control of a situation
Don't take no Snapchat vids on your block, you know why?
Warning against sharing online
'Cause the machine full up (don't do it)
We have enough weapons to retaliate against online threats
I got the drop that them boy there lost on their block, so I stood up (on gang)
Awareness of potential threats
Yo, Mad Max, let's go there again, let's go there again (bap, bap)
Eager to confront a perceived threat
Them boy don't know no respect
Lack of respect for our authority
So we're showerin' them (sho), so we're showerin' them (gang, gang)
Retaliation against a lack of respect
Show them boy they ain't got no power in them (no)
Establishing dominance
I got the power in my hand with like ten or twelve
Strength in numbers
We put our trust in skengs (grrt)
We rely on our weapons for protection
Don't get your bloodclaut kweff (you know)
No one is safe from our retaliation
I'll point this thing at anybody I ain't picky, I'ma wrap 'em all up like a durag
We are willing to attack anyone in our way
The only time I go back to back is when I hear, "Bap", then get sent to the gulag (bap, bap)
We will retaliate when provoked
Always been a giver, never been a taker, ask my killy, he was dipped to Jamaica
We are generous to those closest to us
The last nine bar Abz gave man, came a Z short, now I gotta fling man an eight bar
A reference to music production
I can't stand them, they're startin' to annoy man
Annoyance with perceived threats
I might check man like I'm chattin' to annoy man
Confrontation with perceived threats
Sixty-nine times out of ten, man get bagged and start singin' to the boydem
Others often fold under pressure
Can't be drivin' up Camden Road, two waps in the dinger when you're tryna avoid them
Staying away from dangerous situations
R.I.P to the bruddas that passed, if you touch my fam, you know I'll join them
A vow to protect one's family
Glizzy in my palm, beatin' out corn, hold that
Remain armed and ready for any confrontation
Lyrics © Sentric Music
Written by: Abdul Nelson, Costadinos Contostavlos
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