Abc - 86

Deliver corn there like a postman something like PAT

Bad bitch giving me uck, she knows she a BAD

Look, I made a killing 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 bitch giving me uck, she knows she’s BAD

Mad, mad racks in the trap, so you know I DAB

You was outside with your dogs, I was in the CATs

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

When I give 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 just 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, «Yo

Make sure I hit up your friend»

Like make sure I hit up your friend (don't run)

And fuck 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 fuck with the 80s

And a bad B screaming out gang

I tell her come fuck with the 80s

Like I tell her come fuck with the 80s

Deliver corn there like a postman something like PAT

Bad bitch giving me uck, she knows she a BAD

Look, I made a killing 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 bitch giving me uck, she knows she’s BAD

Mad, mad racks in the trap, so you know I DAB

You was outside with your dogs, I was in the CATs

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 get paid off trap

And man get paid of rap

Them man there just act

I’m putting my life on that

See, a man want bands

So I link them cats

Rusty fours, 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, fucking tramps

Trap day and night 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, fam, 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

Deliver corn there like a postman something like PAT

Bad bitch giving me uck, she knows she a BAD

Look, I made a killing 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 bitch giving me uck, she knows she’s BAD

Mad, mad racks in the trap, so you know I DAB

You was outside with your dogs, I was in the CATs

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-bang got me feeling feckish

I can see in your eyes you’re scared

And word to my nigga like Stamps

Niggas 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 fours

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