Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daily Duppy, artist - ABRA CADABRA. Date of issue: 08.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Daily Duppy |
| M1OnTheBeat |
| M1OnTheBeat |
| Drop what your doing, AB’s back with another one |
| Still got niggas in the field doing marathons |
| Ain’t been long since a nigga put the bally on |
| My nigga made racks off a booting, they can’t banter us |
| They shoulda known better, even though the gang full of go getters |
| Still put holes in broke fellas |
| Get your bread up clappin' dats, cah the chain diamonds dancing like some skets |
| in the rave tryna get bread up |
| See no evil, hear no evil, I still bang on the opps, tryna feed my peoples |
| I can tell you 'bout times I put hands on a pirate |
| Me and BK stamped the fuck out that prick, he was lacking |
| Can’t tell you 'bout times that I whipped in the Pyrex |
| I was beating off doors like I worked with the Trident |
| Fuck police, got my peoples on the wing with the lifers |
| I still walk with my ting, I ain’t losing my life |
| Anyting shh, when a wrist punch |
| You buss your gun how much times, where you hit fums? |
| Anyting or anyting, shotty in the whip punk |
| Kweff man, might haffi dash dat away like a gyal that I hit once |
| Frogz said the opps getting faster, I haffi start start gyming |
| Lord save all the hoes and the Barbies in it |
| I might forget the cardio, go spot her then |
| give the D cah she looking fine like a parking ticket |
| Back now, gotta put my stamp down, fam I got a rack for every pussy that I |
| stamped out |
| Still in the fields like the grass in the pavements in the blocks, in the farm, |
| you can’t doubt my badness |
| Fam I never put no yola in the pot |
| Fam I never got to make it to the top, I was a worker |
| How you think the OT spots got jerk up? |
| Know from the fucking behavior, I was the worst cuz |
| Mans famous, and I’m still in the fields that’s dangerous |
| But fuck it, man I always got my stainless even if I get touched, |
| my bros will defo leave your strip taped up |
| Anytime we got corn for your head back |
| When we hit the target, straight neck, chest, back |
| Back the fuck up, when you hear me say «get back» |
| Pussy I got suttin' you don’t wanna test fam |
| We some different type of gangsters |
| I had a metal in my trackie, baby girl felt the steel when she tried to grab my |
| balls |
| I had to put it to the side like it’s all cool |
| She already know what I go through |
| How they gonna beef me? |
| Darg I got racks to my name, my PRS, that’s mashes for days, but I’m fucked cos |
| of fame |
| Or I might sponsor my likkle young buck from the block and make him clap out |
| your brain |
| I ain’t blessing no beef, I got one or two guys I need to bleed in these streets |
| Fuck what you heard darg, man still eat |
| Everything I’m leaving off these music P’s |
| On the roads when you see me, don’t run |
| Lord knows I’ll be right behind you, tryna push my rambo in your back, |
| then I’m gone |
| This ain’t no joke, I got it most times so it’s long |
| That’s seventeen inches for a bludclart opp |
| I got opps tryna hand in the towel |
| See them in church and dat, man doing gospel rap |
| Let me not talk, better have his bible on the roads cah I’mma lift his clart |
| Must think I’m a madman |
| Worldwide artist, banging on paigons, I must be a wastemen |
| Your favourite rappers really living a lie |
| Don’t compare me and him, cah I got reasons to ride |
| I don’t know what I want no more, money ain’t a issue, I ain’t broke no more |
| I’m performing for the fans, just got a round of applause |
| Little nigga, I done seen shit happen to me in movies that I saw |
| Like remember Like Mike when he stepped onto the court? |
| That was me at the MOBO’s |
| Who woulda thought free Wize? |
| He saw me, I could it really make it through the door |
| Believe a couple months later, I was picking up awards |
| And I ain’t seen shit that I never thought I’d never see before |
| Pree this, now the kids worth bricks of the raw |
| I never practiced none of this, have you showed dem how it is? |
| How we live, how we runnin' up in cribs with the striz |
| Word to gangsters, a war in north and guess what? |
| It’s reality |
| They took Kobi and Neesha and caused a tragedy |
| How you gon' blame us for wanting to cause casualties? |
| I laughed when that prick died, now couple bitches mad at me |
| Fuck status, everyone’s got guns now |
| I’m tryna put a pool in my mums house |
| Banging on the opps same way with racks in my bank account, I can never allow |
| dem |
| Good in my hood, who says I’m not? |
| Verbal ain’t corn, I cut him dead on the spot |
| Plus the length on my ting, that’s 17 inch |
| You don’t wanna piss me off, I put 13 in |
| I’m worth more than all of dem bludclart yutes on that bludclart block, |
| have some bludclart manners, pussy |
| Your boy got bun and your boy got bun, the other boy got bun, where’s your |
| hammers? |
| Don’t compare me to these broke yutes, only worth a gold tooth, my dog costs |
| more than your outfit |
| And I’m always 'bout the action, just me and the sammi like Skat, |
| you don’t wanna see me clap this shit |