Daily Duppy - KO

Daily Duppy

Homerton

Know what’s going on

Step with my G on the R for the M, done it daily tryna duppy

Grab keys for the car, get 'em touched and down

We gotta try, it ain’t rugby

Bread is a need for the dargs, dings and skengs take money

Keep up fuckery, he got bored

Bro got sauce in the hand, it ain’t chutney

Shelly, blow 'til it’s empty

Soak in petty, could’ve hit the can, no Jerry

Hold feels in the chest, won’t lie on the L if things get messy

It’s calm, more stress is bless, I’ll take the L this time, no Presley

Step back pumped, get him sparked like a scuttle

Back cuts and score like a sweaty

Opps can’t get past us, ching man down, tryna turn him spaghetti

Sammys on Abz, he’s twinning, dip him, the YG’s dem get cheffy

Tryna leave 'em tops red like Pepsi

Drenched on entry, techniques deadly

Waist and up, that’s chest, neck, belly

They like a leg, love a toe like Demi

Caged, stuck, brothers on birdies

Some of them lengthy, gauge bruck

Gunners blood thirsty, dumb, tryna quench it

My youngens play dirty, plug up your bestie

Stay shut firmly, they come to arrest me

Don’t put a word in, I ain’t tryna hear that it gets peak

Bro trapping, he catching them Z’s

I don’t know how he gets sleep

Pull up straight crashing, drive away bagging

Then we apply pressure to the next beef

Ride a next block or write a next song

Do I send punchlines or headshots?

When it hit crunch time and it went off

They weren’t on hype, seen 'em break fast, Kelloggs

Up close in your face with weapons

Or you see it rise from a range like jollof

'Cause I rap, don’t think K fell off

Guess I should fallback, dump a few more tracks

Make a few more bags

Opps want me in the morgue, cops want me in court

But I’m here so things ain’t all bad

Got men behind doors, friends in the floor

How it goes, wish I could have them all back

Risk it, the consequence could be prison

If it’s you they nicking, better not consequently start snitching

How many times did I see 'em

Mad how he constantly starts chippin'

Run up and cut tru' him just like ribbons

Garms getting burnt, ain’t match descriptions

Riding, take chance, risky

There ain’t nuttin' that you can tell my villains

If my bravehearts land in the system

Then it’s visits and mail like Gibson

Can of tuna and a sock buss head

Red or leave fist in chins, Crimson

Stack them papers, splash it all

Raven, we ain’t got the same vision

Feds did raid the right spot

Didn’t find that spinner or the mop, it was well hidden

Yeah, I heard he pulled up, took shots

But shoot like they plannin' on missing

Them boy are no good with that cannon

Actors, they should’ve grabbed 'em a Nikon

I was dressed in black when I blew it

Tryna make sure it’s into, Milan

Out still tryna cop skengs, make 'em bap, Kylian

Them boys friends with feds

They clue drop or givin' assistance

I can never snitch on a yout, that’s cross off the blues like Finland

Definitely built different, instant retaliations if I’m slipping

How many opps left mates when things got ments?

It don’t make sense cah they remix and don’t need stems

Don’t fence

Pick my end of the stick so I know what I’m up against

Still getting told music gon' pay off

Milk it 'til your sweet condensed

Don’t rat out if you’re touched

Just sign when the beef commenced

React now, try light skin, Denz and Renz

Better hope that you got your vest

If we aim for your chest, try prevent death

Gotta keep it down when you’re in OT, expenses spent

Only shoot when you got that aim right

Anyhow that we boring 'em, don’t want an audience

Bro did it bait, some man would’ve suffered from stage fright

Ride pillion in the daytime

All my youngers dem got it 'pon waist line

We deya if we get that drop on a fellow

They calling me Drilliam but I don’t playwright

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