Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily)

Oi is that Nick French? Wizard Mix I'm in the right direction and I didn't need no Google Maps Try draw me out and your bank account ain't even a rack She asked me what is my type I told her you She said that's cap I heard my man don't rate me LOL stop peeking my snap (No studs on-) No studs on me but I cannot slip Ain't broke, ain't far from rich Last year was cold This year I'm lit Safe Kay' didn't fail in school but it don't do ticks Don't take the piss Trust Anytime man step out man clock me quick and ask for pic That gyal is dead I can see them tracks My man looks like he's on crack Shut your mouth if it ain't no facts (Shut your mouth-) Wait This hoe said that I'm a prick But I ain't ever been Cactus Jack Ain't eating out get a five pound munch cause you ain't a snack Big man and you ain't got bread, that's nonsense G you're moving mad Just chill, I ain't cool with that Bro-Bro out here tryna cruise and that Secure that bag I'm abusing that Dead ting' can't move to man Aye, yo Dead ting' can't Yo Prettiest face and pretty in the back Bro my Cody I don't know Zack I seen them nitties go mad for- 21 plated that shit got tracked R O whip that's me My bro, my fam, my G No cap, no job, had no CV Bad ones, free ones, in love with me Said I'm trash You were to skip I know why I ain't seen you in a bit I said beef come fried like chips Don't get lost in the sauce no dip Took that L didn't even trip You took that L and turned to a bitch Rumors spread like shells I'm starting to think you man would tell Made a hit High notes, Adele 2 0 2 2 tryna excel Yo Bro bust that pack, in hell that smells Wait You don't take risks You ain't out here The streets are cold, I'm a polar bear Brown skin cutie and natural hair My bro AK lot banged that F My bro KT love lit them shots Can't ride my wave I'm a walking yacht I move in silence but I know lots Aye Aye I move in silence but I know- Yo Damn my vocals sing like Willow Yo Kay' got cats in line Uno, dos, tres Bingo Aye T from LV Blanco but them Prada bottoms are negro Liar On two phones like Tesco But your final miss my demo Yo Aye All I see is cap Talk is cheap, show your hair You can ride this private fair Can't drop my guard Are you weird? Yo Are you mad? Your friend's a hoe, red flag Haters broke so they're acting bad I bet you ain't seen a hundred bags Yo Ran from a hundred bags Ain't even dry, my man's washed Look at his stat like, oh my gosh I'm on the block, with bro with a mop But when I'm in London I'm cleaning up All I want to hear next year is Ms My mans gyal is a Jessica Geet that down back then for a Benz Don't even answer my phone no more I'm chilling just need bread Aye Best be talking in past tense If you ever put bro right next to- (Nemzzz) AMG, man put it in S No ironing board she wanna get pressed I don't even care about charts If I make it, cool If I don't I'm blessed Won't go broke tryna help you out So keep that cup out of your dusty mouth I seen that ting' in North, East, South You know that she been about Thinkin' G, will you even slide? Hurts my head that I have to doubt Lower your tone don't need to shout When I was low didn't get no- Can't get through no need to call And we don't even talk at all Chest so high but your brain is small Are ya mad, are ya mad, are ya mad? Of course Bro got the shush on deck See that man and he's Milly Rockin' Not long ago was me on the back of the bus (Back of the-) She wanna throw that back I'm popping Aye No way, no PS Man don't even play Distance, that's how I stay You don't even know me, what's my name? What's your name? Get out of my face She ain't all that So know your place Not my space Pendin' case Yo, aye When I check my account that makes my day Yo And when I see them hatin' That shit just makes my- Day, day Aye, aye