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Daily Duppy

Think I’m losing my head cah' I ride with a gun
Age 16 started riding for fun
Shush got bored up, tryna slide on the sums
Turn age 17, my bro’s knifing his lungs
Age 18, I was wetting on tags
My big brosdem kept getting on man
Popcaan when your ova dweet, Eighteen I thought life was over sweet
Blickidy blick like 22Gz
Make you drip on your drip when the .32 beats
Slip on your strip then we shoot indeed
When we in WoodGreen 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 shelled in, ahlie
Watch us come back like a frisbee bro
Faster, make a man run swiftly
Gangsters, watch a gang ambush like my anthem
No we ain’t dishing out sweets on randoms
My bro’s on the can with the Samsung
Asking me where’s all the bad tings
Shot and I miss, had me throwing a tantrum
Bro tell me use one eye like Plankton
They’re 9/10, yo clamp him
Keep it a secret like law of attraction
Ay, I run a man down and he’s screaming «ah»
Like Bando, I’m here screaming «yo»
You ain’t strip if you don’t dance with pole
Aye, spin this right, let me glance this folk
Bros 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 on floor?
If I shh man down, will his whole drip drown?
Shh man down till they hold it down
Ting and her clit, soaking wow
She told me baby, come and stroke it now
She said go brazy, come and poke it now
Bless the baby tryna own this crown
One got away, two got away
Three was wavey when he got thrown down
I could’ve went to Church Road like Nines still
Instead I’m on the block, with the 9 mill
I had six on the top, not five grills
Bitches seem to talk more when they’re in high heels
I’m like Chris, like Tucker