Daily Duppy (Pt.1)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah) WhyJay
Cant lie most people are fake
Im lookin at man like who can I trust?
Come like Im shootin blanks, when I tell ya Im 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, Ima mash that works
Make my dick disappear when I tap it, baby got magic curves
Foot on your neck and my face on telly
Reasons to hate too many
Got your bae in my bed in the lace front steady
Features of facial ready
Put beats in a grave, its Aitch not Freddy
I dont need blades or chete
Got ps to be made but Im paid already
King of the rave, big Shelly
Firm that right to the face, dont speak on the net, thats lame, thats petty
First class flight to L.A, had beef on the jet like Wayne and Headie
I was at wireless with J had to clean up the set cause it rained too heavy
Still my left wrist brighten your day, my brudda cant wave, shits way too heavy
Aitch too paid, got my stacks on bolo, I dont do Snapchat promo
Bentaygas, Ranges, Lambs or Rollo, used to be blacked out Polo
Still famous, Moston Lanin solo
I aint gotta roll with bro-bro
Trust me Im good inmy hood, only cover my face when I dont want photo
I brought the food to the table, its 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 abouts girls
Money, music and sex, I dont know much more, brudda thats 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, dont think sweet boy wont knock out your lights
Pushy manny got my block lit, cuzzy pushin cali said its on ship
Spent a millie, 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 Im hot shit
My bro be showin me these Insta baddies
You aint shown me many that Ive 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 hes ridin he finds it awkward
No girls thatll line man up , no girls thatll 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 Ive met is bare jokers and OAPs
Ask bando if Ive 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 aint cheap
See rap yutes hatin but he aint bro
Yeah, he aint raps like man but bro aint me
019 I was catchin homage, verses got wrapped and bodied
Parties in hotels, packed out lobbies
Cant lie I ran through Johnnys
017 with the packs in college, used to skip class in forest
If rap dont 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 aint got hits
Everyday get asked for a favour but dont get shouted when I aint got shit
Thats why I stay shittin on man
Most the gyal that youve pray for, sat on my block list
Got a bad ting livin off man
Boyfriends on the wing, shes 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 him what time it actually is
If Im lyin, Im dyin then Im still alive
Then its only facts that I spit
At least that I dont just─
At least I dont chat shit
Like all you borin rappers
At least I dont─, what?
Least just dont lie in my rap
Half of the UK scene just cap for the kids
Had to squeeze the bar out, ****in hell