Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily)

[Part 1: Produced by Gotcha] [Intro] Sh, sh (Gotcha) Sho, sho, you know AB in the building Seven shit O way or no way Get right, get left, or get stretched (Mhm) Free the drillers ten times, you know You know how it goes already F's up or get your chest up Wear your vest, cuz (Blah), oh [Verse 1] (Sho, gang) Turnin' over a new leaf I've been gettin' itchy 'cah I ain't been in these streets I've been rappin' for my family's sake, my people gotta eat But lately, all I see is pussies talkin' shit on Instagram and sendin' out tweets (Some nerds) If there weren't a way out, I'd grab my strap and get to schemin' (Sho) Phonе my nigga Kush like, "How you feelin'? Can we stop somebody's brеathin'?" (Tell him) Real block demons, pull up on your block (Baow, baow) The opps know how we forward in the evening (Grr, baow) No cap in my rap, all I'm spittin' is facts (Gang) Don't even smoke dead opps no more, I'm bigger than that (Nah) I'm gettin' older, plus I realised I'm realer than that (Sho) Still put some gunshots in their bredrens and go laugh with the gang (Grr, grr) That's if they push me, I'm chillin', I'm a rapper now Big cash stackin' now (Sho) Brothers that will kill for me, get slapped if you're actin' wild (Baow) Cash money really turned me to a boss I love the nigga that I am, now I was broke on my block (Gang) They couldn't play with my name, they know I've been in the streets, knee deep Couple niggas tucked their tails when the beef got peak (Sho) Not me, I grab my shank, or the heat I put my heart on my sleeve I went to war for my G's (Gang) How you a boss when you don't bring your brothers nuttin' but jokes, sentences and caskets? (Nothin' but fuckery) Bare obbo and cartridge (You know) Told my people, man will rise and bark it (Baow, baow) I'm a target, and I know this 'cah I made it that (Gang) I ain't tryna change it, fam (Gang) What? Put one in the head, and come blaze it, fam Them niggas know we blaze them back Niggas gettin' shot, and they blamin' man Pretend on the net all you want But niggas know we ain't playin' akh (Ha) Steppas dem de 'bout Big waps de' bout (Sho) 2 litre dingers get rev out (Skrr, skrrah) Better run when it gets to a stop Ambulance won't come for time, leave you spread out (Bow) I seen it all, and done it all No rap cap, I'm a bad man The only thing I ain't done in the streets is Pac-Man Feel like I was supposed to I've really come close to, facts Minimum three when I shank man I'm a gangster, not a driller Forever, free my nigga Kash We was drillin' together We was bad way before we got our bread up (Sho, no problem, no problem) I got faith that our days will get better They said that they love me (Gang, gang) They say they love me, but I don't know (They said they love me, but they never) Times that they left me, all alone Had to pick up myself, and just keep going (Had to pick up myself) Please don't waste my time (Nah) If you tell me that you're with me, that's a no Remember in this world, we was born alone (All alone) Why you think I put my trust up in this smoke? [Part 2: Produced by Quincy Tellem] [Intro] Sho, sho, you know, AB in the building Seven shit, O way or no way Get right, get left, or get stretched Free the drillers ten times, you know F's up, or get your chest up Wear your vest, cuz [Verse] (Gang, grr) If I bang this wap on cam' then I might not make it back to shorty When I'm on this glide, everything's on break On a mission to wake up a man's estate Grr, generally on violence (Gang) Send corn at your rarted (Sho) Ask Lz when I see my target I don't itch, I just cross it (Baow) Are you really that yute that you claim in the lyrics that you spit? I don't think so (Nah) Machine, man strangle it Tryin' to hit him like bro did, chest shot, bingo Baby said she wanna hold this wap But will she take the wrap? I don't think so Is he a 10 plus 12, or 3x3? Line him, and let 6 go (Gang) In the streets, man get respect Knives man inject, don't get your shit kweff Gun shot settings when I flex my index Drillin', keeps silent, don't drill to impress He keeps chattin' about spin-spin tings But all now he ain't made no barrels spin Yeah, we crashed his bredrin, and this shit got take When we robbed that prick And we didn't leave shit left Rondos, rondos, man make rondos And still get drops, and drill that pronto I had no shank, so I hit him with a combo We left that wounded, movin' slow-mo Better have your wap tucked in, fully locked and loaded Tryin' to slide here is a no-no 'Nuff semi autos filled with bine We put holes in a prick like Polo (Sho) Watch your head back, watch your neck back Watch your chest, and get a vest, and go protect that If I aim there, this Beretta gon' burn you down You won't get up I stepped so much time that the G's won't let man Most of my G's went jail, we had the shortage of steppers You know AB stepped up Hospital ting with the flick of my wrist If I twitch my finger, know yourself The gyal wan' fuck, control your girl (You know) I made too many man bleed in the streets Hope when I die, I don't go to Hell If I hit him with four from this hand ting Check his life points, that's an O for health Creepin' on an opp block, overstealth Them man only get triggered on the net Me, I used to get triggered, and go for a spin Turn that whip, reverse and skid I swear that's him Me, I might hop out the ride, and beat it Or I might slap from the window, standard ting Hopped out all black on a Phantom ting (Sho) Lean with it, and bang that strizz I ain't never been an actor (Nah) I'm logged in, ask the streets 'bout my past That's my 2-step factor (Gang) You can say what you want Man, the kid by the opps know "Buck AB, you get mashed up" (No cap) I see 'nuff funny yutes on the fence wanna act up (You know) You don't wanna see two full clips in a ride Drivin' like it's NASCAR Headshots, send him to the sky like NASA (Gang) Let me see an opp, trigger in my hand Bullet him, there I am, pulling it Hangs with the opps too much, bullet him, last time, we allowed him, but he's really pushin' it Little bro swings in the figure of eight Me, I stab full stops when I start shubbin' him We don't think he's dead 'til he starts lookin' it You can have this corn, we got bags full of it (Gang) Wack that, ITC Slap man on ITV (Sho) Last opp that I crashed went hospital Why you think they're shook when them guys see me? Free Kash and free Jugg, yeah, that's my GG's Now the mandem expensive like Fiji Come from big hand tings, and laser beam Now, I say one word and I make her wee (You know) Yeah, I rap about the drills that I done When I swung that shank, I clap that mash Bare man tell you good times that they had But they won't tell you when them good times went bad No cap, I can tell you about times that I lack Big 40. cal corn gettin' crashed on my back But I still didn't fold, next day, I was back on the block with gang Tryna step and crash And I got this scar on my neck 'Cah when it's crunch time, I never fold (Nah) Real life, I hold my own (You know) Lil' bro said "Bro, let me hold this wap", I said "No, I hold my own" (Nah) Do it yourself, mentality Could be a tragedy, could be a casualty Stay in your crib when I rise this pole Pressure, man's givin' the opps them pressure Three bootings in two days, that's pressure Dishin' out corn like the kindest gesture Likkle man, go thank your god, you ain't dead, cuz Man know the Farm Block pepper Still tryna red man's top like ketchup Beat gunshot, make the Trident fed up Any opp block man step, get kweff up [Outro] You know the fucking vibe, already (Grr, bop) O way, no way F's up, and get a rassclart chest up OFB, BWF F and B, you know Star gang, sho (Quincy Tellem)