Lyrics Daily Duppy - KO

Daily Duppy

Daily Duppy
Homerton
Know what’s going on
Step with my G on the R for the M, done it daily tryna duppy
Grab keys for the car, get 'em touched and down
We gotta try, it ain’t rugby
Bread is a need for the dargs, dings and skengs take money
Keep up fuckery, he got bored
Bro got sauce in the hand, it ain’t chutney
Shelly, blow 'til it’s empty
Soak in petty, could’ve hit the can, no Jerry
Hold feels in the chest, won’t lie on the L if things get messy
It’s calm, more stress is bless, I’ll take the L this time, no Presley
Step back pumped, get him sparked like a scuttle
Back cuts and score like a sweaty
Opps can’t get past us, ching man down, tryna turn him spaghetti
Sammys on Abz, he’s twinning, dip him, the YG’s dem get cheffy
Tryna leave 'em tops red like Pepsi
Drenched on entry, techniques deadly
Waist and up, that’s chest, neck, belly
They like a leg, love a toe like Demi
Caged, stuck, brothers on birdies
Some of them lengthy, gauge bruck
Gunners blood thirsty, dumb, tryna quench it
My youngens play dirty, plug up your bestie
Stay shut firmly, they come to arrest me
Don’t put a word in, I ain’t tryna hear that it gets peak
Bro trapping, he catching them Z’s
I don’t know how he gets sleep
Pull up straight crashing, drive away bagging
Then we apply pressure to the next beef
Ride a next block or write a next song
Do I send punchlines or headshots?
When it hit crunch time and it went off
They weren’t on hype, seen 'em break fast, Kelloggs
Up close in your face with weapons
Or you see it rise from a range like jollof
'Cause I rap, don’t think K fell off
Guess I should fallback, dump a few more tracks
Make a few more bags
Opps want me in the morgue, cops want me in court
But I’m here so things ain’t all bad
Got men behind doors, friends in the floor
How it goes, wish I could have them all back
Risk it, the consequence could be prison
If it’s you they nicking, better not consequently start snitching
How many times did I see 'em
Mad how he constantly starts chippin'
Run up and cut tru' him just like ribbons
Garms getting burnt, ain’t match descriptions
Riding, take chance, risky
There ain’t nuttin' that you can tell my villains
If my bravehearts land in the system
Then it’s visits and mail like Gibson
Can of tuna and a sock buss head
Red or leave fist in chins, Crimson
Stack them papers, splash it all
Raven, we ain’t got the same vision
Feds did raid the right spot
Didn’t find that spinner or the mop, it was well hidden
Yeah, I heard he pulled up, took shots
But shoot like they plannin' on missing
Them boy are no good with that cannon
Actors, they should’ve grabbed 'em a Nikon
I was dressed in black when I blew it
Tryna make sure it’s into, Milan
Out still tryna cop skengs, make 'em bap, Kylian
Them boys friends with feds
They clue drop or givin' assistance
I can never snitch on a yout, that’s cross off the blues like Finland
Definitely built different, instant retaliations if I’m slipping
How many opps left mates when things got ments?
It don’t make sense cah they remix and don’t need stems
Don’t fence
Pick my end of the stick so I know what I’m up against
Still getting told music gon' pay off
Milk it 'til your sweet condensed
Don’t rat out if you’re touched
Just sign when the beef commenced
React now, try light skin, Denz and Renz
Better hope that you got your vest
If we aim for your chest, try prevent death
Gotta keep it down when you’re in OT, expenses spent
Only shoot when you got that aim right
Anyhow that we boring 'em, don’t want an audience
Bro did it bait, some man would’ve suffered from stage fright
Ride pillion in the daytime
All my youngers dem got it 'pon waist line
We deya if we get that drop on a fellow
They calling me Drilliam but I don’t playwright
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