Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily)

(Ayy, Mobz, that sounds wavy)

Fire it up

Clean it up

(Ski, Ski)

Ayy, we all scream H and Ku, true

Mashford, slap them youts (Slap that)

Let me show you how animals move, move

Headie with the golden boot (Boom)

Bronem slap out, them man best tap out

None of us don't call truce (No)

I heard their ting's chunky, we get dumpy

Fat like Majin Buu (Muh)

And he's been bun, and he's been bun

So tell me, what's all this wass? (What's that?)

Chop that down, it's way too long

We call it Chan Kardash (Sorry, babe)

Baby, does your boyfriend know that you're still lovin' man? (Ha)

And if I didn't go jail in '019, then I woulda had a mil, that's facts

Kweff them, kweff them

Loski's never left his bredren (Nope)

When my bro got touched, I went on a mad ting

Forget it

I'm Big Ski, risky, get drenching

You ain't ever had shank fights like fencing (Nope)

Doubt it highly, them man pretending

You ain't ever let that sing like WSTRN (Muh, muh)

He can't hang, waps like Fekky, bu-bu-bang

I'm in the field like Anglo-Saxon

Rap, drill rap, last year a fan

Wait, do jail, do home and the shit gets boring (Boring)

In the cell and the money keeps calling (Calling)

They all know that bass is enormous

Still confused 'cause shhh are coastin'

Moncler with Amiri drops

Dior tops, the gyal love that pep

I love TJ, A1, some steppers

Shouts 22, my goon, that's pepper

Know my man, his wash been bled out (Wash)

Trying, they're fed up

I don't know what's wrong with his legs

Some wheelchair youts in jail get pressure (Wheel it)

Bare free smoke, can't fuck Sharni

Cah the girl might boast

'016, used to jeet and toast

Then go back ends, see how big man flow (Back then)

Me and A in O

Had Chatham on ropes

Of course it's sold (OT)

Missed my Mum and she didn't know

Fuck it, man are just FaceTime hoes ('Nuff ones)

I'm tryna better myself

He got bun, better better himself (Muh)

Lost bro first time he took an L

I don't wear Gucci, it look better on girls

Bro came home and he went off the rails

With a whoosh, it's hell (Muh)

Snow in '015, he probably took your pack

It was probably in Wells (Ski)

Clean it up

(Swans, muh)

(Yo, on my mama, that **** hard, Dizzy)

Live one

Ayy

Got touched and no one stepped

Stress, lookin' at your friends all awkward (Jailbait)

Got honeys on me, too gorgeous (Leng, leng)

A Sav, ZK's enormous (Long)

'013 when I first went country (Kway)

Turn a pack to cash and skate (Run out)

'014, they gave me a shotgun (Long)

Take the dot-dot off lane (Off lane)

'015, then I got locked (Locked)

And they brought Harlem to the K (KK)

'016, done it in Giuseppe ('16)

'017, done it in BAPE ('17)

'018, done it with Mashford

See risky, G got eight (Risky)

Unknown driver too

See Ski, demon go cray (Cray)

K-E-N-N-Y (Y)

Reckless, Wellington times (Welington)

I got hookers on me, no bulletproof weave

She pissed if they let that fly (Muh)

Two cartridge burst and it melts

Big man fuck up himself

I never had no high school beef

I was in that T tryna hit them sales

In war, made Chan Kardash go back

And everyone run like girls (Run off)

Take that L but made it back, I must be talkin' bells

And he got ying, and he got ying

Broski done up, what else? (What else?)

They're fly like Peter Pan, I think someone's talking tales

Yard man ting, Popcaan on dem

Bare rap cap, track, track, they're gems

Autos, two litres and kwengs (Two-twos)

Broski my ski-ski, no friends (No friends)

My double S don't splash and brag it (Nope)

If Ski say he done it then he done it

I hate gyal that's rude and butters

Got **** screaming out "Lock it"

How can a gyal be dead and rude? (Dead one)

Free bro, he's shamble youts (Free bro)

Cool kicks on my Dior, new (Cool kicks)

Four packs, tryna hear it boot

How can a gyal be dead and rude? (Dead one)

Free bro, he's shamble youts (Free bro)

Cool kicks on my Dior, new (Cool kicks)

Four packs, tryna hear it boot