Duppy

[Intro]

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Listen

[Verse]

It's like murder fucked up my name and money, listen

Last year's pack, made industry mutuals move bare funny

Fuck it, I might as well bill up a duppy

Point blank ting 'cause my shooters like Sully

I made four guys hop out the ding-dong

Bare grown men turn into Bugs Bunny

Them niggas run back in a hurry, yo

Bumper ting bruck off and give me some honey

Can't grip broad EastEnder chicks, the twins like Ronny and Roxie

Run from the bill for the light and the Bobbie

Slugs in the cat house, slime 'em out properly

Don't care how you feel if you're on me

If there's no more waps, then bring out the dottys

We make man lay with the poppies

Yuck that paigon block can't defend our fouls

Even the SOs know 'bout the badness in the jailhouse

We're all on obbo, but still slap a shell unannounced

Blaow, leave man pronounced, my shooter runs with a smile like Leão, listen

Let my dread head grip 'cause he moves like Camavinga from Real

The opps try and bang on me, look at me now

I know how to fling that kite back round

You can call us Filthy Fellas 'cause true say the opps gotta grieve right now

My block's still winnin' awards like Federer

There ain't no back and forthin like Nadal

The opp boys bored, 'cause they move stupid on the net

Like Mizzy, it's all for the clout, it's all for the clout

Enough of the beef, let's talk about buj bitch

Stamp the beat if you're tryna be hood rich

If you're thirty, hop off the hood shit

Jump off the pitch if your name ain't Modrić

Any time gang have to step out parties, our gun man guards

Listen, the man keep missin' their open chance

We're certified gunners like Ødegaard

The other mazeen made a man of Islam scream "Oh Lord"

It's bad luck if you see us poppin' them cars

The G9's like my chain, it's always on blast

Remind man who's in the past

My blocks like a iPhone fully on charge

Levelled up since the label lift my advance

Booked top floor in the Shangri-La

Now she wanna bust it open in the bath

The floor's marble, come and arch

If you hold the machine, we can go Libertine or Tape and braff

The mandem pattern the guards, man put the scorpion in the dance

I know this thick brown ting wanna pop Perignon, should I give her a chance?

Grrt, we made it rain, who got the last laugh?

[Outro]

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