Baby R - ABC lyrics

[Hook: Tmula x Baby R] Deliver corn there like a postman something like PAT Bad b**h giving me uck, she knows she a BAD Look, I made a k**ing there in the trap, I made sure I DAB You was outside with your dogs, I was with the CATs Deliver corn there like the postman something like PAT Bad b**h giving me uck, she knows she's BAD Mad, mad brackz in the trap, so you know I DAB You was outside with your dogs, I was in the CATs [Verse 1: Tmula] I tell an opp get wid it Like Samurai Jack go mains Samurai Jack go dip him I ain't talking about bruck down teeth We're giving a boy loose fillings You can't feel me deny my block I'd rather die hard like Willis Like I'd rather die hard like Willis From the pack come purey From man talking hard about punches Something like Tyson fury I know my man they're just stressed Cause I'm banging his shorty Gonna break that pack into stones The rest of the pack come salty Like the rest of the pack come salty Ain't done by them (no) It's like the mandem scream hella kwengins None of them done by them About 86 don't crash corn All I got to say is free Skeng I might pull up in the ride like you Make sure I hit up your friend Like make sure I hit up your friend (don't run) And f** who hates me I don't work in retail Darg and I won't be serving corn from Sainsbury's And a bad b screaming out gang I tell her come f** with the 80s And a bad b screaming out gang I tell her come f** with the 80s Like I tell her come f** with the 80s [Hook: Tmula x Baby R] Deliver corn there like a postman something like PAT Bad b**h giving me uck, she knows she a BAD Look, I made a k**ing there in the trap, I made sure I DAB You was outside with your dogs, I was with the CATs Deliver corn there like the postman something like PAT Bad b**h giving me uck, she knows she's BAD Mad, mad brackz in the trap, so you know I DAB You was outside with your dogs, I was in the CATs [Verse 2: Stampface] They got beef, that's on site Saying trap hard, that's a lie Ten toes with the skeng boy I'd rather peddle that bike Call my guys on the high Don't question me if they might Bust skengs, boom boom Run away from them lights Man gets paid off trap And man get paid of rap The man there just act I'm putting my life on that See a man want bands So I link them cats Rusty 4s, kicking off doors For the white like Kim Kardash Mummy taught me watch out for the fakes Snakes and rats All of the mandem are scummy Bummy, f**ing tramps Trap there like Kid Cudi For the money, I go ham Give her the D like Sunny For the buddy, girl go mad Go get yourself some money You're broke, how you screaming out gang I will never be like dem boy Round here from a snitch can't hang Pull up on man no warning Caught my man and he ran Everybody gonna hate on the eight Coming like they wanna be man [Hook: Tmula x Baby R] Deliver corn there like a postman something like PAT Bad b**h giving me uck, she knows she a BAD Look, I made a k**ing there in the trap, I made sure I DAB You was outside with your dogs, I was with the CATs Deliver corn there like the postman something like PAT Bad b**h giving me uck, she knows she's BAD Mad, mad brackz in the trap, so you know I DAB You was outside with your dogs, I was in the CATs [Verse 3: Scrams] Coco that's my fetish Serving stop, then I hit greggs with the peckish I was young and wild, now man's grown and reckless And you know that bubu bubu bang got me feeling feckish I can see in your eyes you're scared And word to my n***a like Stamps n***as don't trap or bang, that's weird Like I'm the one she aired Now she's tryna slide in, I just stroke my beard Like, didn't know you cared Unruly I don't know about laws Still flexing Nike I ain't lost this sauce Yeah I might drop that pause Or lurk round yours Dots, or rusty 4s Two man jogging Cause we got that urge Yeah me and bro Are trying to do up purge Two man jogging Cause we got that urge Yeah me and bro Are trying to do up purge