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Daily Duppy (2021)
(Sh, sh) (Gotcha) Sho, sho, you know, AB in the
building Seven shit, O
way or no way Get right, get left, or get stretched (Mhm) Free the
drillers ten times, you know You know how it goes, already F's up, or get your chest up Wear your vest, cuz (Blah), oh (Sho, gang) Turning over a
new leaf I've been getting itchy 'Cah I
ain't been in these streets I've been rapping for my family Say my people gotta eat But lately, all I
see is pussies talking shit on Instagram And sending out tweets (Some nerds) If there weren't a
way out I'd grab my strap, and get to scheming (Sho) Phone my nigga Kush like "How you feelin'?" Come we stop somebody's breathing (Tell him) Real block demons, pull up on your block (Bop, bop) The
opps know how we forward in the
evening, no cap (Grr, bop) In my rap, all I'm spitting is facts (Gang) Don't even smoke dead opps no more I'm bigger than that (Nah) I'm getting older plus I
realised I'm realer than that (Sho) Put some gunshots in their bredrins And go laugh with the
gang (Grr, grr) That's if they push me I'm chilling, I'm a
rapper, now Big cash stacking, now (Sho) Brothers that will kill for me Get slapped if you're acting wild (Bo) Cash money really turned me to a
boss I
love the
nigga that I
am, now I
was broke on my block (Gang) They couldn't play with my name, they know I've been in the
streets, knee deep Couple niggas tucked their tails when the
beef got peak (Sho) Not me, I
grab my shank, or the
heat I
put my heart on my sleeve I
went to war for my G's (Gang) How you a
boss when you don't bring your brothers nutting but jokes, sentences and caskets? (Nothing but fuckry) Bare obbo and cartridge (You know) Told my people, man will rise and bark it (Bo, bo) I'm a
target, and I
know this 'cah I
made it that (Gang) I
ain't tryna change it, fam (Gang) What? Put one in the
head, and come blaze it, fam Them niggas know we blaze them back Niggas getting shot, and they blaming man Pretend on the
net all you want But niggas know we ain't playing akh (Ha) Steppas dem de 'bout Big waps de' bout (Sho) 2
litre dingers get rev out (Skrr, skrrah) Better run when it gets to a
stop Ambulance won't come for time, leave you spread out (Bow) I
seen it all, and done it all No rap cap, I'm a
bad man The
only thing I
ain't done in the
streets is Pac-Man Feel like I
was supposed to I've really come close to, facts Minimum three when I
shank man I'm a
gangster, not a
driller Forever, free my nigga Kash We was drilling together We was bad way before we got our bread up (Sho, no problem, no problem) I
got faith that our days will get better They said that they love me (Gang, gang) They say they love me, but I
don't know (They said they love me, but they never) Times that they left me, all alone Had to pick up myself, and just keep going (Had to pick up myself) Please don't waste my time (Nah) If you tell me that you're with me, that's a
no Remember in this world, we was born alone (All alone) Why you think I
put my trust up in this smoke? Sho, sho, you know, AB in the
building Seven shit, O
way or no way Get right, get left, or get stretched Free the
drillers ten times, you know F's up, or get your chest up Wear your vest, cuz (Get, grr) If I
bang this wap on Camden I
might not make it back to shorty When I'm on this glide, everything's on break On a
mission to wake up a
man's estate Grr, generally on violence (Gang) Send corn at your rarted (Sho) Ask Lz when I
see my target I
don't itch, I
just cross it (Bow) Are you really that yute that you claim in the
lyrics that you spit? I
don't think so (Nah) Machine, man strangle it Trying to hit him like bro did, chest shot, bingo Baby said she wanna hold this wap But will she take the
wrap? I
don't think so Is he a
10 plus 12, or 3x3? Line him, and let 6
go (Gang) In the
streets, man get respect Knives man inject, don't get your shit kweff Gun shot settings when I
flex my index Drilling, keeps silent, don't drill to impress He keeps chatting about spin-spin tings But all now he ain't made no barrels spin Yeah, we crashed his bredrin, and this shit got take When we robbed that prick And we didn't leave shit left Rondos, rondos, man make rondos And still get drops, and drill that pronto I
had no shank, so I
hit him with a
combo We left that wounded, moving slow-mo Better have your wap tucked in, fully locked and loaded Trying to slide here is a
no-no 'Nuff semi autos filled with bine We put holes in a
prick like POLO (Sho) Watch your head back, watch your neck back Watch your chest, and get a
vest, and go protect that If I
aim there, this Beretta gon' burn you down You won't get up I
stepped so much time that the
G's won't let man Most of my G's went jail, we had the
shortage of steppers You know AB stepped up Hospital ting with the
flick of my wrist If I
twitch my finger, know yourself The
gyal wan' fuck, control your girl (You know) I
made too many man bleed in the
streets Hope when I
die, I
won't go to Hell If I
hit him with four from this hand ting Check his life points, that's an O
for health Creeping on an opp block, overstealth Them man only get triggered on the
net Me, I
used to get triggered, and go for a
spin Turn that whip, reverse and skid I
swear that's him Me, I
might hop out the
ride, and beat it Or I
might slap from the
window, standard ting Hopped out all black on a
Phantom ting (Sho) Beat with it, and bang that strizz I
ain't never been an actor (Nah) I'm logged in, ask the
streets 'bout my past That's my 2-step factor (Gang) You can say what you want Man, the
kid by the
opps know "Buck AB, he get mashed up" (No cap) I
see 'nuff funny yutes on the
fence wanna act up (You know) You don't wanna see two full clips in a
ride Driving like it's NASCAR Headshots, send him to the
sky like NASA (Gang) Let me see an opp trigger in my hand Bullet him, [?] pulling it Hangs with the
opps too much, bullet him Last time, we allowed him, but he's really pushing it Lil' bro swings in the
figure of eight Me, I
stab full stops, when I
start shubbing him We don't think he's dead till he starts looking it You can have this corn, we got bags full of it (Gang) Wack that, ITC, slap man on ITV (Sho) Last opp that I
crashed went hospital I
ain't even shook when the
guy sees me Free Kash, and free Jugg, that's my G-G's Now the
mandem expensive like Fiji Come from big hand tings, and laser beam Now, I
say one word and I
make her [?] (You know) Yeah, I
rap about the
drills that I
done When I
swung that shank, I
clap that mash Bare man tell you good times that they had But they won't tell you when them good times went bad No cap, I
can tell you about times that I
lack Big 40. cal corn getting crashed on my back But I
still didn't fold, next day, I
was back on the
block with gang Tryna step and crash And I
got this scar on my neck 'Cah when it's crunch time, I
never fold (Nah) Real life, I
hold my own (You know) Lil' bro said "Bro, let me hold this wap" I
said "No, I
hold my own" (Nah) Do it yourself, mentality Could be a
tragedy, could be a
casualty Stay in your crib when I
rise this pole Pressure, man's giving the
opps them pressure Three bootings in two days, that's pressure Dishing out corn like the
kindest gesture Likkle man, don't think your god, you ain't dead, cuz Man know the
Farm Block pepper Still tryna red man's top like ketchup Beat gunshot, make the
Trident fed up Any opp block man step, get kweff up You know the
fucking vibe, already (Grr, bop) O
way, no way F's up, and get a
rassclart chest up OFB, BWF F
and B, you know Star gang, sho (Quincy Tellem)
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