Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily)

(Senseii)

Think I'm losing my head cah I ride with a gun

Age 16, started riding for fun

Shh got bored up, tryna slide on the slums

Turned age 17, my bro's knife in his lungs

Age 18, I was wetting on tag

My big bros dem kept getting on man

For Popcaan we ah Ova Dweet

18, I thought life was over-sweet

Blickiddy-blick like 22Gz

Make you drip in your drip when the .32 beats

Slip on your strip, then we shoot indeed

When we in Wood Green like the 243

Yo, we got crocodile teeth like Skillibeng

For many men like 50 Cent

You know the gang pop corn in silence

Latex on, bally on with the skeng

Yo, like Izzpot, I gotta tell them "Ahlie"

Don got held up and got shelled in, ahlie

Watch us come back like a frisbee

Bro's faster, beg a man run swiftly

Gangsters, watch a gang ambush like my anthem

No, we ain't dishing out sweets on randoms

My bro's in the can with the Samsung

Asking me, "Where's all the bad tings?"

Shot and I missed, had me throwing a tantrum

Bro tell me use one eye like Plankton

They're nine out of ten, yo, clamp him

Keep it a secret like law of attraction

Ayy, I run a man down and he's screaming "Ah!"

Like Bando, I been screaming "Yo!"

We ain't strippers, we don't dance with pole

Ay, spin this ride, let me glance his folk

Bro's in front and I'm grabbing him back like "No!

Let me get that one, bro"

They got broski in the can like Coke

If I shh man down, will he drown or float?

If I shh man down, will his whole drip drown?

Shh man down, tryna hold it down

Ting on her clit, soaking, wow

She told me "Baby, come and stroke it now"

She said "Go brazy, come and poke it now"

Bless the babies tryna own this crown

One got away, two got away

Three was wavy when he got thrown down

(Ebony made this)

(Bigzy made a banger)

Bandz

I could've went the church road like Nines still (You get it?)

Instead I'm on the block with the 9 mill' (Millimeter)

I had six on the top, not five grills (Bling)

Bitches seem to talk more when they're in high heels (Chatty, chat)

I'm like Chris, like Tucker on a Friday (Chris)

Let it get smokey, bitch, I want it my way (Always)

Want my jeans 30, Dior in a size 8 (Bills)

I been like Deebo since I was 5'8"

Take things, we don't run it back

We love rob people

Let my **** get the smoke

He love shot people

Make you feel it in the air

Like Beanie Sigel

Divide the cash into two

Ain't no meady equal

Screaming "Mulli!" like Asco

They say money's evil (Mulli!)

Mummy, I'm the man

I know mummy's peaceful (Mummy)

I see red like a bull

I tell my money legal

Now the MPs want us to take a needle

I put petrol in my car, my other ride was diesel (Other thing)

I'm easy like E, I got my bird, no eagle

Leather gloves up in the car

Told my ****, "Be cool"

Just get the car in motion

And watch my **** beat corn

He beat one, he beat two

He beat after you (Where you goin'?)

And now we're over there in the afternoon (Over there)

Back then we was friends and now we're after goons

You are not my family like Pa Salieu

Yo, the system's more than fucked

Caught a yute and bored him up

Every time I'm stepping on the roads

I got my borer tucked

Every time I'm fucking on these hoes

I'm getting bored as fuck

These fans are only fucking with the gang

Until they're bored of us

I heard my broski slapped it front of jakes

That was more than luck

Could've been an actor

Shit, I could've been a baller, cuz

Unlimited slappings, but they talk like they done more of us

Twenty man running, fucking hell, there's only four of us

I swear to God, this life is fucked

But they don't understand

Every day's a challenge

I ain't talking about the running man

Yeah, they clapped it off

We clapped it back, but we ain't running, fam

Bro packed him off and dashed him off

And now we're bunning man

And now we're bunning man with ciggy

Needing more like I'm from Philly

If you're drilly, then I'm drilly

Told my bro, "Stop being silly"

Told my hoe, "Stop playing with me"

Told my bro, "Start praying with me"

Cah life is short and we don't know when it's taken, killy

Heard I poked him, I poked him, yeah, well, that's true

Heard I took that Day-Date in the night, well that's a fact too

Every day I'm getting stopped, I think cah I'm a black yute (Why?)

If you really want the lifestyle, then you know you gotta stack too

I can't trust a hoe, just fuck a hoe and duck a hoe, that's normal

Adrenaline, I'm getting him, I'm wetting him, that's thoughtful

Swinging it, that's forceful

Said he's on me, cool, cool

He ain't scoring nothing, all I'm hearing is bare talk talk

Couple murder cases, couple burner cases

Couple serve the pavements

Separating dark and white, it weren't no racists

Couple turned to strangers, couple turned to paigons

Couple weren't the bravest

Way besides that, couple turned to fakers

I swear I slapped off, there weren't no thinking 'bout it

Hella residue, I'm telling you, I had to fling the outfit

Dash six up out it

Like I was even counting

You ever seen a browning?

Not the one you jeeting out in

I know a lad that thinks he's bad when his Gs around him (Like, why?)

I know a yat that got attached when she see a thousand (Dutty bitch)

I know a man that's in the can and I ain't even shout it

I know it sounds fucked, I got him when they free him out it

Ay, ay, ay

SJ, Boogz, Clappz, Vell

YK, CY, Rum, Bricka, Kash

Free all the spartans, man

Mangs, Zills, Juicy

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Run that back to me