Daily Duppy, Pt. 1

(MA makes it deadly) Glah, blap (Scratch mixed it) (Trap House Mob in the streets) Woo, Big Kweng, Daily Duppy You see it? We're lit right now (In the streets) look Look, this Barbie say, "I street fight too much" Now, she's out here callin' me Ken (ay, come 'ere) Nah, I ain't Joey or Phoebe Ross or Rachel Nah, I ain't doin' up Friends (no) With bro-bro in the the opp blocks, two sticks Doin' up Twix, doin' up skengs I know he is on hidin' If I can't find him, LOL, then I'm undoin' his friends (bap, bap) I'm a smooth criminal, bad individual (woo) Might step 'round here, beat it like MJ (wow) Yo, we don't turn up the estate Brown skin ting, she a ten on a dead day (ay, come 'ere) Look, feds done came through on the front door So it's the back way Kwengface escape Huh, man still tryna shoot in your block With a white boy, suttin' like Pressplay Look, jump out of ride, man slap that Clap that peng ting, screamin' out "Black gang" Tap that, swear on my life, I can't breathe right now But the flow's too mad, gotta rap that (woo) Man put a Luger Slug through your hat back Hit me a lick, you ain't gettin' your racks back OT trips, man's sendin' out young boy Tell him "Be cautious," fast that, bag that (uh-ha) Yo, juice garn spill like wine Dip, splash, spill like Tonic (di-di-dip, di-di-dip) Italian kicks, sporty drip Oh, yes, and the whip's steptronic I see man jump on the roads for a year, and die That ain't no logic (how?) I'm smoking-, chronic Made man trip, spill, vomit Packs came fat like CeeLo (woo) All my opps been pre-rolled How many man have we left there missin'? Left man swimmin' like Nemo (di-di-dip, di-di-dip) I done step 'round there with my Mafia 2 Had man fill it like Vito (di-di-dip, di-di-dip) Tryna turn this half brick to a fuckin' kilo If I jump out the ride, and slap this, active Corn have you doin' up backflips (bap) Why the fuck they actin'? Do it on the net, in the flesh, they dashin' (woo) I just order a Uber, a Kapten (Kapten) The driver's cool, lemme bark my zoot, I just try not to ash it Man do backflips, grands in elastic I just try not to splash it The opp block's dead like their friends Kway back then, it was nuttin' but crashings (woo) Free all my bros in the wing They do their ting, it ain't nuttin' but crashings Tap it, tap it, slide 'round, doin' nuttin' but tappings Slide 'round, doin' nuttin' but-