Duppy

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It's like murder, fucked up my name and money

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Last year's pack made industry mutuals move bare funny

Fuck it, I might as well bill up a duppy

Point blank ting cah my shooters like Sully

I made four guys hop out the ding-dong

Bare grown men turn into Bugs Bunny

Them **** run back in a hurry

Yo, bumpa ting, bruck off and give me some honey

Come grip on EastEnder chicks, the twins like Ronnie and Roxie

Run from the bill for the light and the Bobby

Slugs in the cat house, slam 'em out properly

Don't care how you feel if you're on me

If there's no more waps, then bring out the dottys

We make man lay with the poppies

Yuck that paigon, block can't defend our fouls

Even the essos know 'bout the badness in the jailhouse

We're all on obbo, but still slap a shell unannounced, baow!

Leave man pronounced

My shooter runs with a smile like Leão

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Let my dread-head grip, cah he moves like Camavinga from Real

The opps tried bang on me, look at me now

I know how to fling that kite back round

You can call us Filthy Fellas cah true say the opps gotta grieve right now

Our block still winnin' awards like Federer

There ain't no back and forthin' like Nadal

The opp boys bored cah they move stupid on the net

Like Mizzy, it's all for the clout, it's all for the clout

Enough of the beef, let's talk about buj bits

Stamp the B if you're tryna be hood rich

If you're thirty, hop off the hood shit

Jump off the pitch if your name ain't Modrié

Any time gang haffi step out parties, our gun man guards

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Their man keep missin' their open chance

We're certified gunners like Ødegaard

The other mazeen made a man of Islam scream "Oh Lord!"

It's bad luck if you see us poppin' them cars

The G9's like my chain, it's always on blast

Remind man who's in the past

My block's like a iPhone, fully on charge

Leveled up since the label lit my advance

Booked top floor in the Shangri-La

Now she wanna bust it open in the bath

The floor's marble, come and arch

If you hold the machine, we can go Libertine or Tape and Bra

The mandem pattern the guards

Man brought the Scorpion in the dance

I know this thick brown ting wanna pop Pérignon

Should I give her a chance?

Grrrt, we made it rain, who got the last laugh?