Daily Duppy - Pt.2

Yeah
Yo

Back up on my bullshit
Broski done it bait it, have no mask on when he pulled it
Someone fucked your gyal and now you're mad 'cause we're the culprits
Come to M-Town without a pass, you'll get your skull split
She want a rapper, tell her chart my way
She want a trapper 'cause she can't buy yay
If it ain't a jet, I'm in business, I just can't fly bait
Spark a zoobie then I start my day
Honestly, I fell in love with money yeah my heart might break
Lost friends, but I can't buy mates
Fuck her so good in the Bentley, the car might break
Said "I love you, but you aren't my bae"
Fam, I make racks 'fore I wake up
Stack lookin' eight-foot, bad bitch a k-cup
MAC for a make up, racks goin' straight up
Rats showing fake love, she just called me ugly
Facts, I'm a eight plus
She wan' get jiggy, said I'm with it, pull my willy out
Trippin' if you think I ain't living what I spit about
Can't nobody on the ends say I'm not still around
I just left a realtor with a smile, seven figures down
Manchester, gang-chester, slang-chester
Lot of bands-'chester, man pop up and bang 'chester
Ask Tunde, here the cali lands better, shit
Call me Banko, got that pack of land cheddar
Couple mill, that's quick bands, I'm on big shit
Only thing left is Ms. Banks on my wishlist
Young boy that can handle his business
Do it on cam, no hands when I lick this
Hop in the Rolls and head straight to the show
Can't stop if you don't know me, I got places to go
Look at my wrist, it's just a plate full of dough
Baby this ain't a Rollie, it's a Jacob & Co
I set the trend for all the youngers, can't nobody tell me nothin'
Got a problem? We can sort something out
Couple brothers with me thugging, some of them are about the money
But don't think they won't walk something down
Find the limit then I push it
Ain't got time for no discussion, brother shut it
Fuck you talking about?
Collect my money up and run it, see who's bank account's the fullest
Must be daft, you think it's all in the house