Lyrics Daily Duppy - Aitch, GRM Daily

Daily Duppy

Yo, A1, I’ve had enough, it’s time to start baggin' up
I’m not packin' drugs but mans due to wrap rappers up
We was on the grind, I swear I almost said I’ve had enough
Them man used to laugh and now them pussyholes are backin' up
Whip another track, they play it once and pull it back (Yeah)
Lyrics class and WhYJay’s nasty with the Mac
When you hear me through the speakers, turn the fucker to the max
You’re always spittin' gangster rap, but half of them are just a pussy with a
strap
Say I’m not the realest?
Spit the truth and that’s a fact
I’m not afraid to speak my mind, I got the game, it’s in the bag
I’m the one who’s got the balls to say I’m never in the trap
Them other dons are just gassed, say that shit without your mask
R-Rude boy what’s your problem?
Hatin' 'cause you’re bored so you ain’t got no other option
Little did you know, you just played yourself fam
'Cause you’re putting money straight in to my pocket when you’re watching, huh
Over the top, I’m so extraordinary
By the way, I’ve stopped seeing Beth but I still talk to Kelly
They call me Aitch, a fly brother and I’m always ready
Type of guy to see a man with ten and go and order twenty
But allow all the hype, let me enter my zone
Like, I flex with a tan and now I flex in my throne
Still got your girlfriend texting my phone
Ha, and I just said
«Hiya babe, I must say you look great
By the way, my names Aitch, I’ll tell ya straight, I’ve got game
I’ve been chasin' you for days, I wanna see you face to face
Gyal, I’m tryna kill your pussy and be gone without a trace, uh uh
It’s like you get prettier by the minute
But I’ll only take you shopping when you let me slide up in it
Wait, hold up sexy, let me finish
By the way you hold your image got these other brothers trippin'»
Uh, it’s a sin the way she lick it
Got the devil in my bed but I don’t care because she’s strippin'
Woah, I put my dick in 'cause I’m winning
This is Aitch’s way of livin', are you with it or you dippin'?
Stamp another track out
When it bangs, it’s like a shottie, blow your back out
All my money makers, get a rack out
All the pretty ladies, get your rack out
I know I’m too rude, but I’m young so that’s my excuse
Communicating with a little pretty one from Prestwich
She knows I’ve got a couple but I tell her she’s my best bitch
Her friends are beautiful, I put them on the guestlist
But when they get drunk, it’s a next ting, check this
Rippin' shit, I got rhythm and the highest of visions
Slidin' through the ceilin', nobody that can stop me from winnin'
Deliver lyrics, the illest from beginning to finish
Holla for a feature if you need somethin' spinnin, you dig it?
Sorry bro, but you’re killin your image
They say I’m distant, it’s business, like you don’t need to be trippin'
Right now, it’s time for work so I ain’t really been chillin'
But don’t worry my brothers, 'cause I can vision us winning
Anyway watch when the banger lands, It’s coming like an avalanche
And I ain’t in to weapons but I swing it like orangutans
Sami, that’s my brother, I don’t take him for no cameraman
Pezmo’s a wizard, did you see the way he patterned man?
Like I said, it’s all positive and blessed
Big up everyone supporting my shit, I got respect
I just killed Daily Duppy, fuck it up, it’s left dead
I don’t know how it fits in my head
Big Shell, ha