Daily Duppy (Pt.2)

[Part I]

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah (WhyJay)

[Verse]

Can't lie, most people are fake

I'm lookin' at man like who can I trust?

Come like I'm shootin' blanks

When I tell ya' I'm leavin' yutes in the dust

Fans wanna hear gang in the place

Get gassed when they chat 'bout shootin' it up

But I got your favourite rappers shook when I say I got studio booked

Tell your bae she can have that purse, Ray J, I tapped it first

Catch a case when I pack that verse, lay it and stab that word

Cute face, but her backs absurd, no doubt, I'ma mash that works

Make my dick disappеar when I tap it, baby got magic curves

Foot on your neck and my facе on telly

Reasons to hate too many

Got your bae in my bed in the lace front steady

Features are facial ready

Put beats in a grave, it's Aitch not Freddy

I don't need blades or 'chete

Got Ps to be made but I'm paid already

King of the rave, big Shelly

Firm that right to the face, don't speak on the net, that's lame, that's petty

First class flight to L.A., had beef on the jet like Wayne and Headie

I was at wireless with Ché, had to clean up the set 'cause it rained too heavy

Still my left wrist brighten your day, my brudda can't wave, shits way too heavy

Aitch too paid, got my stacks on bolo, I don't do Snapchat promo

Bentaygas, Ranges, Lambs or Rollo, used to be blacked out Polo

Still famous, Moston Lanin' solo, I ain't gotta roll with bro-bro

Trust me, I'm good in my hood, only cover my face when I don't want photo

I brought the food to the table, it's only right that I sat down first

Had no room for the racks in my man-bag so I just packed out hers

They say I keep spittin' the same old shit, huh, all you rap about's girls

Money, music and sex, I don't know much more, brudda that's my world

Back to the 4 whole block out tonight, seen shottas smoke rock out a pipe

Some on the B, some chop up the white, set man pour wok out the pint

My **** gyal just phoned, told me she want sweet boy cocky tonight

Ask about my postcode, don't think sweet boy won't knock out your lights

Pushin' Manny got my block lit, cuzzy pushin' cali said it's on ship

Spent a milli', went and left the city, still the ends are with me on some mob tip

Took a Fendi and I drop six, had the shop smelly 'cause I'm hot shit

My bro be showin' me these Insta baddies, you ain't shown me many that I've not hit

Fr-free Samurai, free Tallerz, even in pen, all my guys are ballers

Br-bro got beef with his old best mate when he's ridin' he finds it awkward

No girls that'll line man up, no girls that'll rack up a line and snort it

My gyal twenty-three with the legs in the air and the tongue out, Michael Jordan

On the scene since '018, all I've met is bare jokers and OAPs

Ask bando if I've been D-A-O, A-I-T-C-H, G-O-A-T

Our kids graftin' and throwin' Ps

Had a drought this summer 'cause snow ain't cheap

See rap yutes hatin' but he ain't bro

Yeah, he ain't raps like man but bro ain't me

'019 I was catchin' homis, verses got wrapped and bodied

Parties in hotels, packed out lobbies

Can't lie I ran through Johnny's

'017 with the packs in college, used to skip class in forest

If rap don't work, grow weed but the rap shit works so my stack just flourished

They say I went mainstream on 'em, but back in the day told me I ain't got hits

Every day get asked for a favour but don't get shouted when I ain't got shit

That's why I stay shittin' on man

Most the gyal that you've pray for, sat on my block list

Got a bad ting livin' off man

Boyfriend's on the wing, she's sat in the cockpit

Like why does he rap like that?

I hope white boys energies matchin' his dick

Swear I feel like backin' it out to show 'em what time it actually is

If I'm lyin', I'm dyin' and I'm still alive

So it's only facts that I spit

At least that I don't just─

At least I don't chat shit

[Outro]

Like all you borin' rappers

At least I don't─ what?

At least I just don't lie in my raps

Half of the UK scene just cap for the kids

Had to squeeze the bar out, fuckin' hell

[Part II]

[Intro]

Yeah (Yeah)

Yo

[Verse]

Back up on my bullshit

Broski done it bait it, have no mask on when he pulled it

Someone fucked your gyal and now you're mad 'cause we're the culprits

Come to M-Town without a pass, you'll get your skull split

She want a rapper, tell her chat my way

She want a trapper 'cause she can't buy yay

If it ain't a jet, I'm in business, I just can't fly bait

Spark a zobbie then I start my day

Honestly, I fell in love with money and my heart might break

Lost friends, but I can't buy mates

Fuck her so good in the Bentley, the car might break

Said "I love you, but you aren't my bae"

Fam, I make racks 'fore I wake up, stack lookin' eight-foot

Bad bitch a K-cup, MAC for a make up

Racks goin' straight up, rats showin' fake love

She just called me ugly, facts, I'm just a eight plus

She wan' get jiggy said I'm with it, pull my willy out

Trippin' if you think I ain't livin' what I spit about

Can't nobody on the ends say I'm not still around

I just left a realtor with a smile, seven figures down

Manchester, gang-chester, slang-chester

Lot of bands-chester, man pop up and bang 'chester

Ask tunde, here the cali lands better, shit

Call me Banko, got that pack of land cheddar

Couple mill, that's quick bands, I'm on big shit

Only thing left is Ms. Banks on my wish list

Young boy that can handle his business

Do it on cam, no hands when I lick this

Hop in the Rolls and head straight to the show

Can't stop if you don't know me, I got places to go

Look at my wrist, it's just a plate full of dough

Baby, this ain't a Rollie, it's a Jacob & Co

I set the trend for all the youngers, can't nobody tell me nothin'

Got a problem? We can sort somethin' out

Couple bruddas with me thuggin', some of them are about the money

But don't think they won't walk somethin' down

Find the limit then I push it, ain't got time for no discussion

Brudda, shut it, fuck you talkin' about?

Collect my money up and run it, see who's bank account's the fullest

Most be daft you think it's all in the house