Daily Duppy (Pt.1)

[Intro]

Yeah, Aitch, Daily Duppy, Manchester way, you get me?

[Verse]

Yo, A1, I've had enough, it’s time to start baggin' up

I'm not packin’ drugs but mans due to wrap rappers up

We was on the grind, I swear I almost said I've had enough

Them man used to laugh and now them pussyholes are backin' up

Whip another track, they play it once and pull it back (Yeah)

Lyrics class and WhYJay's nasty with the Mac

When you hear me through the speakers, turn the fucker to the max

You're always spittin' gangster rap, but half of them are just a pussy with a strap

Say I'm not the realest? Spit the truth and that's a fact

I’m not afraid to speak my mind, I got the game, it’s in the bag

I'm the one who’s got the balls to say I'm never in the trap

Them other dons are just gassed, say that shit without your mask

R-Rude boy what's your problem?

Hatin' ’cause you're bored so you ain't got no other option

Little did you know, you just played yourself fam

'Cause you're putting money straight in to my pocket when you're watching, huh

Over the top, I'm so extraordinary

By the way, I've stopped seeing Beth but I still talk to Kelly

They call me Aitch, a fly brother and I'm always ready

Type of guy to see a man with ten and go and order twenty

But allow all the hype, let me enter my zone

Like, I flex with a tan and now I flex in my throne

Still got your girlfriend texting my phone

Ha, and I just said

"Hiya babe, I must say you look great

By the way, my names Aitch, I'll tell ya straight, I've got game

I've been chasin' you for days, I wanna see you face to face

Gyal, I'm tryna kill your pussy and be gone without a trace, uh uh

It's like you get prettier by the minute

But I'll only take you shopping when you let me slide up in it

Wait, hold up sexy, let me finish

By the way you hold your image got these other brothers trippin'"

Uh, it's a sin the way she lick it

Got the devil in my bed but I don't care because she's strippin'

Woah, I put my dick in 'cause I'm winning

This is Aitch's way of livin', are you with it or you dippin'?

Stamp another track out

When it bangs, it's like a shottie, blow your back out

All my money makers, get a rack out

All the pretty ladies, get your rack out

I know I'm too rude, but I'm young so that's my excuse

Communicating with a little pretty one from Prestwich

She knows I've got a couple but I tell her she's my best bitch

Her friends are beautiful, I put them on the guestlist

But when they get drunk, it's a next ting, check this

Rippin' shit, I got rhythm and the highest of visions

Slidin' through the ceilin', nobody that can stop me from winnin'

Deliver lyrics, the illest from beginning to finish

Holla for a feature if you need somethin' spinnin, you dig it?

Sorry bro, but you're killin your image

They say I'm distant, it's business, like you don't need to be trippin'

Right now, it's time for work so I ain't really been chillin'

But don't worry my brothers, 'cause I can vision us winning

Anyway watch when the banger lands, It's coming like an avalanche

And I ain't in to weapons but I swing it like orangutans

Sami, that's my brother, I don't take him for no cameraman

Pezmo's a wizard, did you see the way he patterned man?

Like I said, it's all positive and blessed

Big up everyone supporting my shit, I got respect

I just killed Daily Duppy, fuck it up, it's left dead

I don't know how it fits in my head

[Outro]

Big Shell, ha