Daily Duppy

Yeh, Aitch, Daily Duppy M-Manchester
Way you get me

Yo A1 I've had enough, it's time
To start baggin' up
I'm not packin' drugs but mans due
To wrap rappers up
We was on the grind I swear I almost
Said I've had enough
Them man used to laugh and now
Them pussyos are backin' up
Whip another track they play it
Once and pull it back, (yeh)

Lyrics class and YJ's nasty with the mac
When you hear me through the speakers
Turn the fucker to the max
Ya always spittin' gangsta rap
But half of them are just a pussy with a strap

Say I'm not the realest, spit the truth
And that's a fact
I'm not afraid to speak my mind
I got the game it's in the bag
I'm the one who's got the balls to say
I'm never in the trap
Them other dons are just gassed
Say that shit without ya mask

R-Rude boy whats ya problem
Hatin' cause your bored so you
Ain't got no other option
Little did you know you just played yourself fam
Cause you're putting money straight in to
My pocket when you're watching

Over the top I'm so extraordinary
By the way I've stopped seeing
Beth but I still talk to Kelly
They call me Aitch, a fly brother and
I'm always ready
Type of guy to see a man with ten and
Go and order twenty

But allow all the hype let me enter my zone
Like I flex with a tan and now I flex in my throne
Still got your girlfriend texting my phone
Ha, and I just said

'Hiya babe, I must say you look great
By the way my names Aitch
I'll tell ya straight I've got game
I've been chasin' you for days
I wanna see you face to face
Gal I'm tryna kill your pussy
It'll be gone without a trace

It's like you get prettier by the minute
But I'll only take you shopping
When you let me slide up in it
Wait, hold up sexy let me finish
By the way you hold your image got
These other brothers trippin'

Uh - It's a sin the way she lick it, got the
Devil in my bed but I don't care because she's strippin
W-Woah I put my dick in cause I'm winning
This is Aitch's way of livin' are you with it or you dippin'

S-Stamp another track out
When it bangs it's like a shottie, blow your back out
All my money makers get a rack out
All the pretty ladies get your rack out
I know I'm too rude, but I'm young so that's my excuse

Communicating with a little pretty one from Presswich
She knows I've got a couple but
I tell her she's my best bitch
Her friends are beautiful I put them on the guestlist
But when they get drunk issa next ting, check dis

Rippin' shit, I got rhythm n the highest of visions
Standin through the ceilin' nobody that
Can stop me from winnin'
Deliver lyrics the illest from beginning to finish
Holla for a feature if you need
Something spinnin, you dig it?

Sorry bro, but you're killin your image
You say I'm distant it's business
Nah you don't need to be trippin'
Right now it's time for work so
I ain't really been chillin'
But don't worry my brothers
Cause I can vision us winning

Anyway watch when the banger lands
It's coming like an avalanche
And I ain't't in too weapons but
I swing it like orangutans
Sammy that's my brother I don't take
Him for no cameraman
Pezmo's a wizard did you see the
Way you pattern man

Like I said it's all positive and blessed
Big up everyone supporting my shit I got respect
I just killed Daily Duppy, fuck it up it's left dead
I don't know how it fits in my head

Big Shell, Ha