Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily)

My favourite nitty's always coming short

The one I hate scores the most

My shawty talks the most

Never sticking to her word

If you've ever said you're smoking on a pack

And your gang din't drop that

Then sorry but you're nothing but a nerd

They're saying "Clavish, you're the hardest"

Tell me something I ain't heard

Audi, Beamer, 'Cedes, Merc'

Tell me something I ain't swerved

I've burnt bridges with **** I used to roll with every day

What, you think I won't do that for a box of yayo dirt?

Sunday, I'm in the T

But I should be in the church

Tryna pray and seek forgiveness

Cah I really put in work

My **** said he's got a drop

I'm over there, don't say a word

And if I get knicked I know the ting, don't say a word

I can sell lyrics now

What's your budget for a verse?

What's my budget for a burner?

Really tryna let it burst

Mix the Henny with the Henny

Really tryna get home burst

I told my jail **** "Head high"

Cah it could be worse

Two G's or checkered squares

Which one does she prefer?

I'ma buy my mum a crib before I buy a bitch a purse

I'd rather be inside the bin

Than be stiff up in a hearse

So I keep it with me

**** want me but I want them first

Said she's got a bone to pick, I got a bone to dig

And when I'm done don't call my phone or text me, I don't owe you shit

**** got both their hands out but I don't owe them shit

When I was on my face, I'm pretty sure he was getting lit

My ****, too sorry for being antisocial

I weren't in the mood

Rappers spending time telling lies

Don't you miss the truth?

When I die I don't really care if I go hell or heaven

I just wanna link my **** NB cah I miss my goon

Hungry youngin, hitting all these one on ones and two on twos

Active with it, swinging shit, now I got blood all on my shoes

Opps that I don't know of in the flesh asking what's my name

Fans call me Clavish, hood call me Nettles, fuck it, who are you?

Didn't ride out or trap before me

Scored a point on a opp, made a rack before me

Shawty asking if I meant what I said when we were fucking

Don't remember half the things that I say when I'm horny

**** ride at midnight, my **** ride in the morning

I'm bagging up at midnight, call me at 9 in the morning

Got a shop for a 9 at 9 in the morning

All profit, took a half box off a prick, you're not shotting

If the shotty starts coughing, could end up in a coffin

The fiends need what I'm selling, this don't make me a wrongin

Got a flicky anytime I eat in Mayfair

Brought the ting to Nina's album premiere

True, we gotta pass the opp block on the way there

Mum's back from work

I might have to bag up in a B and B

If you hold this wap I'll buy the trainers that say C and C

Labels wanna chat me

My views are not a mazzalean

But any beat I jump on, I just merk it like a GLE

Bitches that just want me, also bitches that ain't needing me

They don't wanna trust me but they're willing to believe in me

Told me "If I'm being honest I want you to be in me

But I'm not like these other hoes

So tell me what you see in me"

Hands on my right? Never

Kittens phone the phone up cah the light better

Bitches want me, reckon I'm a nice fella

Still tryna send my opps to the sky, Dweller

Turned down a hundred labels

Tripping, tryna offer half of that

Run off on a plug

With a whole one and half of that

Stressin' 'bout beef and not cheese, parmesan

I'm in my Zone 2, tryna Kwengface

But watch out for the karma akh

Watch out for the karma though

My **** crash sav, so am I but I'm calmer though

She want me to change her life

I ain't finished changing mine

And she's a libertine and Tape every Fri'

So the answer's no when you're a party hoe

Can't love a thot that probably fucked Tom, Dick and Harry

And if not Tom, she deffo took dick from Harry

I got 3 shots waiting on me, Tom, Dick and Harry

I'll lick Thomas in his yard, but D and H in the alley

**** know I really did it for the bros

I heard Dookie be the most on it youngin on your block

But we sent him out on loan

Anytime I take an L, I get a V for the roads

She gave me a box like Roddy's song

And 8 down below

6 months for a rammy, got a year when I walk on the mains

I know a lit **** but his ego turned him to a lame

Fuck the fame, no girl's pregnant for me

But I got a 4s in the Pyrex and 2 daughters on the way

Rico killed Mitch, I don't want no new friends

Ace made it out but done something weird with the feds

Calvin used to run the block

Went jail, came home

Now he can't run or jog

Reminds me of, let me not

True when they say the streets only end in 2 ways

I got **** in the grave and riding bird

True phrase, got beef with Double R, my ****'s unruly

Feels weird sitting in a Double R, I'm used to driving hoopties

Got a shot with no job, so she started selling coochie

I won't judge her, I ain't Judy

I won't fuck her, got decorum

I heard **** be informing, grab my chinger then my key

What's more important?

Nike Tech and my Jordans

I can't wait until I'm touring

Yo though

Tell me a time I got a drop and I didn't go

Just took a picture of snow but it didn't pose

Tell me a time a **** needed me, I didn't show

Tell me a time I was greedy, didn't ring my bros

Bro in the bin took risks for the love of Ps

My next **** got a **** chinged for the love of me

She keeps liking then unliking my shit, she a fucking creep

Trap phone Lyca, but my iPhone double E

Tell my real **** that I got them cah they got my back

Tell me a time I got an opp and they got me back

Two burgers, that's a double whopper

Make it up or double back

Spinner in my ****'s hand

The shotgun's in the duffle bag

She thinks I'm immature cah the beef

I ain't done with that

And all my friends have either been jail

Caught a case with trap

Paigons turning snitch

My **** really got a case for that

If that was the case, I would have told my **** "Stay at gaff"

If that was the case, I would have told my **** "Don't slide"

Told my **** "Don't step"

Told my **** "Don't ride"

I'm stubborn A-S-F, so I ain't asking for no co-sign

I'm really in the trench but I'm just tryna make these 0s fly

My Samsung makes a funny sound

I'll dash it, get a new SIM

They only get paper when they're rolling up a blue slim

My **** on the wing tryna pattern up two things

Spice he can sell and some nudes from his new ting

Day in the life years ago was pretty much appalling

Used to window shop in central, see shit, can't afford it

Don't sell Molly but Whitney, Bobby, here's my number, call it

Talking cheap, yo, it's free, that's why everybody's talking

In the T, with my G, taking turns with a portion

I'm back and a white rapper

Morrison and Jordan, Jaykae and Aitch

I can't shop by myself cah my face too flames

Now my face too bait

Used to put my phone on silent so my mum don't know what's going on

But true, I'm always in and out, she clocked exactly what I'm on

First song got a milly views, she told me "Make another one"

I'm doing this for her 'cause I won't ever get another mum

My **** he a shooter but he's too humble

You wouldn't know he's got the shooter in his Moose Knuckles

I've got a rambo in my Goose, I don't use knuckles

Auntie used to tell her son don't hang with me

Cah she thought I was too troubled

Outside I don't think they're tryna find me

50K won't excite me, just in case you wanna sign me

I can't fuck with rappers that fuck with **** that don't like me

If they reach out for a feature I'ma think they're tryna line me

Left school, zero grades, but I'm smarter than you think

Wait for my mixtape, yo, I'm harder than you think

Lamborghini you're as fast, even faster than I thought

Prolly faster than a Porsche

Way faster than that Ford that I used to drive

I'm doing me, don't mind the critics

Told my nan that I'm just rhyming words, don't mind the lyrics

Saw my old maths teacher in Creams tryna ask me "How's life?"

But always sent me out of class so I just told him "Mind your business"

Obbo tidying my strip so I gotta mind the piggies

Could be dressing up as nits, so I gotta mind the nitties

Miss my **** so much, he was always riding with me

Even when we weren't ganging after footy with our flickys

Told the Trident that I'm just a rapper even though I'm more than that

Box of each for my aunts, I'ma need more than that

Before I bust that chain I'm tryna move mum out that common flat

Opps know where I rest my head but they don't want that problem ack

They ain't got the heart or the brain

**** say "Fuck 12" but they talk in estate

Anytime I ran off on the plug I felt like a lame

But I got over it quick cah the game is the game

I said they ain't got the heart or the brain

**** say "Fuck 12" but they talk in estate

Anytime I ran off on the plug I felt like a lame

But I got over it quick cah the game is the game

Ay, what's the cue, is that calm, yeah?

Cah you know you're my ****, more time