Daily Duppy

I just need a brick and a strip where they’re fiending
Then I flood that bitch and set up shop by round Shereen’s bit
I ain’t working no strip that’s doing less than three quid
Straight drop the whole box, ain’t washing it with remix
Put a thirty-six on the strip and keep machines gripped
Niggas talk shit but don’t mean shit
I’m in a white tee with an AP, it’s a clean drip
And I got the mulli on, the cubies ponged and she ain’t never seen shit
Like this before but she a mean bitch
I’m talking like she might just be the meanest
And she can suck a mean dick, the pussy all slimy, it ain’t creaming
She dreams about the kid, she never leaving
But I’m steady jugging, doing up road and getting bookings
Flooded out the bezzy with some boogums
My killies don’t play about boogums
Suttin’s getting laid if it’s lookums so mind how you’re looking
And mind where you’re stepping cah it can get treachy in the trenches
It gets hella shelly when we shelling
If niggas playing both sides, we’ll shell ’em off the fences
Dropped a quick fiddy like the shit don’t get expensive
When you getting money, they gon’ hate like they supposed to
If you getting money, she gon’ face it like she owes you
Getting mulli solo and I’m getting it with bro too
I’m in my bag whilst putting on the whole crew
That’s only mulli, you official if you rolling too
We the littest in the city when we rolling through
All the baddies on the kid, I’m chopping up these hoes in twos
And I ain’t hearing all that, you better show and prove
Spin that opp block, beat it off until the cops breeze
These Louis’ that I’m rocking one away so you can’t cop these
This drip that I’m spilling in cost me more than box B
I’m uptown with a Mali ting and she got knock knees
She just wanna top me, you ain’t got it like that, you are not me
What the fuck are those? They are not these
The plizzy rocking with me so he fling it on me cost P
I’m running up that shoe box money, we do not deets
Yeah, I run it up, put it down, they ain’t seeing me
Grinding, same tracky for the whole week with a Z of each
And a three piece from PFC, I’m feeling like DC in his D&G’s
It’s an AMG if you see me in that GLE
With my hat low, feeling like suttin boasy
I trap loads, flipped a Z of each into nine O’s
Took L’s on the come-up, nigga, you know how that grind goes
Got the killies with me, the mulli’s on till
We was getting to the mulli way before the deal
Then I got that mulli from the deal
And then I got jammed up and went from the Bentley to the Ville
Niggas ain’t fucking with me, been the littest in the city
Don’t be silly, made over half a milli in the trizzy
See, the plizzy that I’m rocking with, he worth a half a billi
So you can probably get it for like eighteen on the brizzy
Jummah in my tracky but my akhi in khalees
My akh went jail and got rich off the bariis
But we were getting it from when Nas was with Kelis
And we was getting nicked and never talking to police
I’ve been popping from back when
Still shopping uptown, I’m popping off the tags dem
I’m popping right now, nigga, never been a has-been
Never been a used-to-be
I did it with the realest, nigga, none of this shit new to me
Been a minute since I did it, started with a Q of each
I was in the yard with the users, they were using B
Kerry used to call for nuttin less than a few of each
I used to lick one-on-ones to Debbie round Tooley Street
Hit Marry up and told him, “Pattern up the Mulli P’s”
Put the big face on the missus, not the Jubilee

I was in the slammer, writing to Bigzy Made a Banger
Beefing with the missus, had to hang up
I had to hold my head and go and hold the young meds
So I built a spleggs with some Cali and some shatter
First time they saw me, I was looking like a hundred
What did they expect? I’ve been cooking like some mutton
This ain’t nuttin new, I’ve been stunting since a young’un
Getting uckers from a badders while I’m dumping in the foreign
I was probably in the Culli with that baddie, getting ucky
I put it in, nuttin ’bout this shit be lucky
My juvie hella works, he just mashed it with the brucky
It was Bobby in the trizz with couple brizzies of the dutty
Niggas only speaking on the truth when they’re telling
He won’t pet to get his nigga hit up with a sentence
Don’t believe, well, what you see, he’s rolling with his bredrins
He’s just tryna be seen, they’re just in it for some mentions
I’m just tryna keep it clean, tryna get it in by all means
Tryna keep it close-knit with the team
We ain’t never doing nuttin snaky for the P’s
And he was moving shaky and got blazed up with the heat
I ain’t playing no games where anything goes
Niggas snitching on their foes, still drilling with their bros
This shit ain’t adding up, if you’re going for a suttin, bally up
And if you’re getting to that money, stack it up
Cah if a nigga can’t pattern then he’s sad as fuck
I’ve been stacking up these rackums naturally, I’m patterned up
I ain’t playing no games when it falls to the mulli
I was round Jones’s with the Taurus and the Uzi
Slagging up a fours in Dior and some Louis’, that was on a Tuesday
When I linked this little whore, she said she was in Gucci
I ain’t even take the coochie
I just got a little brain and sent her back in a Ubi
But she ain’t got a scooby, she just one of many
I done had hella floozies, I don’t really do the blueys
On a one away, I might do me up a Lucy
But more time I’m hitting up a Becky or a Sophie or a Nelly or Shaneeka
Carla or Carlita, uptown eating lobster, sipping margarita
I can’t lie, life coulda been all sweeter
But my darg can’t forward ’cause he’s waiting on his VISA

So they wanna know what it really is and how it go
Started as an ammy, now I’m pro
Suttin like Floyd, I be fiddy and O
I was seeing fiddies from an iddy biddy, that shit old
Now I’m seeing millies, nigga, this that growth
If a nigga with me then I’m making sure he floats
Once upon a time, all I ever knew was road
I used to do my missus dirty regular with these hoes, now I’m grown
I tell all my bitches that I got a missus
And as for niggas, it’s best you miss me
Cah if you try me, you gon’ swim with them fishes
And that’s just the realest, I don’t want no issues
I just want the mulli piling up with couple crizzibs
And six zeroes on the end of all my niggas’ digits
I love it when I see my dargs shining
I big ’em up and tell ’em gwaan, do their tizzing
All my bros with it, you know it’s how I put my bros in it
All four corners, got it boxed
And everything within, we got it locked
And I got the keys, from a YG, I been a boss
I drop a light P on the floss
Far from washed, I live nicely in the wok
I been a dope boy from the drop
I still rock Nike’s with Glock’s, so icy like the what
See, they were showing love but it was fake
One thing I learned about the game, showing love will get a nigga snaked
So I’m staying out the way ’cause I ain’t tryna catch a case
If I catch him then I’m due to throw these slugs up in his face
I got a Trey, it’s a Eight, not a deuce
Got this flake on my plate but I ain’t shotting it in loose
My name holds weight, I spray booths and lay truths
And now I’m getting paid from this shit I love to do
What a move, I made moves. they took me through the roof
Couple rocky roads but we made it through smooth
Just a East side trench baby tryna make it through
They tried to stop me couple times but a nigga kept his groove
I stayed in motion, moving and grooving
I ain’t into losing, I ain’t playing if it’s that, I ain’t laying back
I’m in that trap house weighing packs
There’s a muzzle on it up cah I ain’t playing that
I been a go-getter, I ain’t waiting round, nigga, cah I know better
I go for racks, I ain’t going for no ho heffer
Couldn’t give a fuck about a ho freeing up her hole
I just licked a nina, got another three to go
And that’s a brick for you silly pricks
Top shelf Cali when I’m billing it
Tom Ford with some white Force, on my spiller shit
I ain’t even doing shit but I’m still killing shit
Cutting through the city with a pretty bitch