Daily Duppy Pt 1

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Ay Stizzy

Liverpool

Daily Duppy

Let's get it

Alhamduli

Alhamdulillah

Huh, I said Astaghfirullah

This guy tried to do me

I said, "Wallah, if you wanna try do me, then you won't get far

You'd better pray to Allah"

He's gonna make me put some guns in the car

Or make me put the rambo on the leccy

Look, it's haram to eat any kinda pork

Someone, tell me why there's bacon pon your brekkie

Yow, it's too tekky

Man step steady

Flicky in my pocket, bro, I'm ready like I'm Freddie

And even when I'm not, I'm still ready

Huh, no shank, so I hit him with the full glass of Henny with some Coke

It might have been the Rémy with the Pepsi

Shaking on the floor, epilepsy

Look, his boy tried jump in and got banged

Two jabs and one hook, **** thought I was Jack Dempsey

Free T, he got nicked with the Uzi

Thirteen years, the sentence was kinda lengthy

But he be coming home real soon

Big dough, he's got plenty, he might drop the Bentley

Beef just don't tempt me, clips get left empty

Sweets are all hollow, expand upon entry

You think I give a fuck if you're hench?

Wait, you think the four-four cares if you're hench, ****?

You'd better sit right there on the bench

Me **** robs crops every week

And he's done it ever since the first time he was aware of the stench

You can't hide them

And, ****, if he can't find it

He's sitting with the heat-seeker on your fence

So don't be tryna ask the Albos to mind it

'Cause no one can save you when we're coming for your crops

We came in when it was drying because we timed it

We came in when it was drying because we knew

Got you looking at your right hand funny

You didn't even know we'd came in previously

But we did it so neat that you never even knew

Pop the lock to the window of your roof

Seen it wasn't quite done, it needs a week or like two

I said, "Sweet we'll come back"

Came back and done that

And now your weed's all over the street like some dog shit, ****

You'd better fix up

You'd better fix up quick

Or get your shit took, ****, this ain't a fluke

The yutes are outside all times of the night, schemin'

While feds are tryna mark us like Neiman

I'm tryna blow up so I can bring the whole team in

You're tryna sit there and smoke weed, you're a fiend

Free S, that's a certified demon

And I'll be getting money till I stop breathing

And even when I'm dead I'll be still getting money

'Cause when I die they ain't gonna stop streaming

I know the opps wanna see me bleeding

But this big handting I've got'll fucking knock down a tree

If you think manna shy, ****, pop round and see

I'm a booky ****, might just pop out the tree with a handgun

Start slapping **** at random

**** better duck when they hear the shots bang

It's Ay Stizzy