Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daily Duppy, artist - Unknown T.
Date of issue: 15.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Daily Duppy |
Fresh out the cage for a slaughter |
Damn, I was stunned when the case got brought up |
It’s just me and my bros like Warner |
Hold up, wait, let me take that corner |
Burst in whip and replace that quarter |
See how the weights transformer |
Back roads, TT and it’s crisp like Walker |
Bag full of whoosh but who’s the informer? |
Look, ding dong trips with t’ree-double-o's |
Don’t slip 'cause we lurk in order |
There’s PCD’s with the Trident vests at my door but I ain’t no talker |
The opps try come with a script got flipped and them boy wrote off, no author |
I see bare man dust when they saw that Corsa |
Splash, splash, bare Fiji water |
Opp block trip with a bally, my bro got knicked with a boarer, boarer |
Now he can’t fly out or move round the border |
Cah he keep serving probation order |
Pass the ting over, the bread got watered |
Park the two blockies, now they got sorted |
Ugh, broski’s taking the piss, how you taking a pic with a waigon’s daughter? |
tried put me to test |
I hate when they ain’t tryna dish out a evs |
Man sit on remand and stress |
Cah it ain’t a game, it’s life or death |
Fresh, fresh on a streets |
Man threw up the beef |
Any mash that I want, man gets |
The feds try knick me for what now? |
Hold up, that’s not me like Skep |
Look man know I got a tiny temper |
Lemme cool off, baby girl don’t stress |
I go STK then I call her |
Got two bills, she got two in her breast |
Hotel Raddison Blu, I’m bunning a zoot |
Gyal, come here and bill some zegs |
Listen, come with the chip gyal |
Give me the drop on the opper’s address |
Roads too smokey, no salmon |
I was locked up, tryna work on my album |
But there’s pagan boys in the jailhouse |
Way too much that I can’t even count 'em |
A few, a few opps in a wok, who found them? |
Us |
My Queen Counsel told me that the evs was dead, let’s take it to trial then |
I done two times walking out of the Bailey |
Go stay low from the siren |
They see man run on the back roads |
Swinging my boar, it’s force I’m applying |
Look, jailhouse ting |
Bro bros tryna lurk and he froze, let me go and grab my ting |
They done too much chat, had enough of the opps, bare reboars hyping |
Besides them, CPS and Tridents move like rap is the cause of violence |
Deja vu, I bust all indictments |
No more jail cah my freedom’s priceless |
CID still onto the 9ers |
I’m in the jailhouse swinging my arms |
Got beef in the marsh, lurky with the lifers, ugh |
Big drip, call that «Chanaynay» |
Watch me go whip that O, no silent |
Oh, see one of the jurors sleeping in court |
Then I’m giving the usher a silent note |
CPS, they know that the verse weren’t right |
In the court with the Trident, don’t |
I’ve been lit before they paid me |
Buss down tints, drive by in the ride with smoke (Ugh) |
Breeze out the car, there’s an opp in the 9 |
It’s us, lurking through in a dinger |
I put two plus two in a spinner |
Buss, if not then we lurk with a chinger |
Poke or shave him smoothly with a clipper |
He can hold one too cah he been on the fence and he’s way too inner, inner, |
inner |
Brozay’s losing the plot in the hood, feels like I’m living in Black Mirror |
Ghost, ghost, move like Big Tipper |
We serve food in our capital |
TT coming in hood and extra like Yinka |
There’s OT flakes in a bake |
Watch it marinate rocks and we chop that dinner |
My little brozay’s tryna move with an Uz' |
Cah there’s bare bloodstains when he bust that trigger |
Airborne blood all over the dinger |
Whoosh, first in the pool like Liver |
Pull up then gun anyone that’s similar |
A yout got hella ching stripes, no Tigger |
Now we got bare red juice like Bigga |
Free my cody then fly up COT then chop up the shape like Triller |
Tik Tok, gun man stance in the function |
Wind up your waist with my hand on my trigger (Ugh) |
Rotate and flip like my flick knife babe |
Honey, shake those hips (Ugh) |
I can’t get lidge rips cah the firearms, jakes interrupt man’s trips (Ugh) |
Real check, no ins, that’s back to the compound thanks to the pigs |
I’m the best at my age, no fibs, who can flow like this? |
Fuck off |