Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily)

Oi is that Nick French?
Wizard Mix
I'm in the right direction and I didn't need no Google Maps
Try draw me out and your bank account ain't even a rack
She asked me what is my type
I told her you
She said that's cap
I heard my man don't rate me
LOL stop peeking my snap
(No studs on-)
No studs on me but I cannot slip
Ain't broke, ain't far from rich
Last year was cold
This year I'm lit
Safe
Kay' didn't fail in school but it don't do ticks
Don't take the piss
Trust
Anytime man step out man clock me quick and ask for pic
That gyal is dead I can see them tracks
My man looks like he's on crack
Shut your mouth if it ain't no facts (Shut your mouth-)
Wait
This hoe said that I'm a prick
But I ain't ever been Cactus Jack
Ain't eating out get a five pound munch cause you ain't a snack
Big man and you ain't got bread, that's nonsense G you're moving mad
Just chill, I ain't cool with that
Bro-Bro out here tryna cruise and that
Secure that bag I'm abusing that
Dead ting' can't move to man
Aye, yo
Dead ting' can't
Yo
Prettiest face and pretty in the back
Bro my Cody I don't know Zack
I seen them nitties go mad for-
21 plated that shit got tracked
R O whip that's me
My bro, my fam, my G
No cap, no job, had no CV
Bad ones, free ones, in love with me
Said I'm trash
You were to skip
I know why I ain't seen you in a bit
I said beef come fried like chips
Don't get lost in the sauce no dip
Took that L didn't even trip
You took that L and turned to a bitch
Rumors spread like shells
I'm starting to think you man would tell
Made a hit
High notes, Adele
2 0 2 2 tryna excel
Yo
Bro bust that pack, in hell that smells
Wait
You don't take risks
You ain't out here
The streets are cold, I'm a polar bear
Brown skin cutie and natural hair
My bro AK lot banged that F
My bro KT love lit them shots
Can't ride my wave I'm a walking yacht
I move in silence but I know lots
Aye
Aye
I move in silence but I know-

Yo
Damn my vocals sing like Willow
Yo
Kay' got cats in line
Uno, dos, tres Bingo
Aye
T from LV Blanco but them Prada bottoms are negro
Liar
On two phones like Tesco
But your final miss my demo
Yo
Aye
All I see is cap
Talk is cheap, show your hair
You can ride this private fair
Can't drop my guard
Are you weird?
Yo
Are you mad?
Your friend's a hoe, red flag
Haters broke so they're acting bad
I bet you ain't seen a hundred bags
Yo
Ran from a hundred bags
Ain't even dry, my man's washed
Look at his stat like, oh my gosh
I'm on the block, with bro with a mop
But when I'm in London I'm cleaning up
All I want to hear next year is Ms
My mans gyal is a Jessica
Geet that down back then for a Benz
Don't even answer my phone no more
I'm chilling just need bread
Aye
Best be talking in past tense
If you ever put bro right next to- (Nemzzz)
AMG, man put it in S
No ironing board she wanna get pressed
I don't even care about charts
If I make it, cool
If I don't I'm blessed
Won't go broke tryna help you out
So keep that cup out of your dusty mouth
I seen that ting' in North, East, South
You know that she been about
Thinkin' G, will you even slide?
Hurts my head that I have to doubt
Lower your tone don't need to shout
When I was low didn't get no-
Can't get through no need to call
And we don't even talk at all
Chest so high but your brain is small
Are ya mad, are ya mad, are ya mad?
Of course
Bro got the shush on deck
See that man and he's Milly Rockin'
Not long ago was me on the back of the bus (Back of the-)
She wanna throw that back I'm popping
Aye
No way, no PS
Man don't even play
Distance, that's how I stay
You don't even know me, what's my name?
What's your name?
Get out of my face
She ain't all that
So know your place
Not my space
Pendin' case
Yo, aye
When I check my account that makes my day
Yo
And when I see them hatin'
That shit just makes my-
Day, day
Aye, aye