Daily Duppy

[Intro] M1OnTheBeat M1OnTheBeat [Verse 1] 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