Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily)

Yah, aitch, Daily Duppy M-Manchester, way you get me

Yo A1 I've had enough it's time

To start baggin' up

I'm not packin' drugs but mans due

To wrap rappers up

We was on the grind, I swear I almost said I've had enough

The man used to laugh and now them pussyos are backin' up

Whip another track, they play it once and pull it back, yeah

Lyrics class and YJ's nasty with the mac

When you hear me through the speakers turn the fucker to the max

Ya always spitting' gangsta rap but half of them are just a pussy with a strap

Say I'm not the realest, spit the truth and that's a fact

I'm not afraid to speak my mind, I got the game it's in the bag

I'm the one who's got the balls to say I'm never in the trap

Them other dons are just gassed, say that shit without ya mask

R-Rude boy what your problem?

Hating cause you bored so you ain't got no other option

Little did you know you just played yourself fam

Cause you're putting money straight into my pocket when you're watching

Over the top I'm so extraordinary

By the way I've stopped seeing Beth but I still talk to Kelly

They call me Aitch, a fly brother and I'm always ready

Type of guy to see a man with ten and go and order twenty

But allow all the hype let me enter my zone

Like I flex with a tan and now I flex in my throne

Still got your girlfriend texting my phone

Ha, and I just said

"Hiya babe, I must say you look great

By the way my name's Aitch I'll tell ya straight I've got game

I've been chain' you for days, wanna see you face to face

Gal I'm tryna kill your pussy, it'll be gone without a trace

It's like you get prettier by the minute

But I'll only take you shopping when you let me slide up in it

Wait, hold up, sexy, let me finish

By the way you hold your image got these other brothers trippin'"

Uh, it's a shame the way she lick it

Got the devil in my bed but I don't care because she's strippin'

Whoa, I put my dick in cause I'm winnin'

This is Aitch's way of livin' are you with it or you dippin'?

S-Stamp another track out

When it bangs it's like a shottie blow your back out

All my money makers get a rack out

All my pretty ladies get your rack out

I know I'm too rude, but I'm young so that's my excuse

Communicating with a little pretty one from Presswich

She know I've got a couple but I tell her she's my best bitch

Her friends are beautiful, I put them on the guest list

But when they get drunk it's a next ting, check dis

Rippin' shit, I got rhythm n the highest of visions

Standing through the ceiling nobody that can stop me from winnin'

Deliver lyrics the illest from beginning to finish

Holla for a feature if you need something spinnin, you dig it?

Sorry bro, but you're killin' your image

You say I'm distant, it's business, nah, you don't need to be trippin'

Right now it's time for work so I ain't really been chillin'

But don't worry my brothers, cause I can vision us winning

Anyway watch when the banger lands, it's coming like an avalanche

And I ain't into weapons but I swing it like orangutans

Sammy, that's my brother, I don't take him for no camera man

Pezmo's a wizard did you see the way you pattern man

Like I said it's all positive and blessed

Big up everyone supporting my shit, I got respect

I just killed Daily Duppy, fuck it up it's left dead

I don't know how it fits in my head

Big shell, ha