Daily Duppy, Pt. 1
(MA makes it deadly)
Glah, blap
(Scratch mixed it)
(Trap House Mob in the streets)
Woo, Big Kweng, Daily Duppy
You see it? We're lit right now
(In the streets) look
Look, this Barbie say, "I street fight too much"
Now, she's out here callin' me Ken (ay, come 'ere)
Nah, I ain't Joey or Phoebe
Ross or Rachel
Nah, I ain't doin' up Friends (no)
With bro-bro in the the opp blocks, two sticks
Doin' up Twix, doin' up skengs
I know he is on hidin'
If I can't find him, LOL, then I'm undoin' his friends (bap, bap)
I'm a smooth criminal, bad individual (woo)
Might step 'round here, beat it like MJ (wow)
Yo, we don't turn up the estate
Brown skin ting, she a ten on a dead day (ay, come 'ere)
Look, feds done came through on the front door
So it's the back way Kwengface escape
Huh, man still tryna shoot in your block
With a white boy, suttin' like Pressplay
Look, jump out of ride, man slap that
Clap that peng ting, screamin' out "Black gang"
Tap that, swear on my life, I can't breathe right now
But the flow's too mad, gotta rap that (woo)
Man put a Luger Slug through your hat back
Hit me a lick, you ain't gettin' your racks back
OT trips, man's sendin' out young boy
Tell him "Be cautious," fast that, bag that (uh-ha)
Yo, juice garn spill like wine
Dip, splash, spill like Tonic (di-di-dip, di-di-dip)
Italian kicks, sporty drip
Oh, yes, and the whip's steptronic
I see man jump on the roads for a year, and die
That ain't no logic (how?)
I'm smoking-, chronic
Made man trip, spill, vomit
Packs came fat like CeeLo (woo)
All my opps been pre-rolled
How many man have we left there missin'?
Left man swimmin' like Nemo (di-di-dip, di-di-dip)
I done step 'round there with my Mafia 2
Had man fill it like Vito (di-di-dip, di-di-dip)
Tryna turn this half brick to a fuckin' kilo
If I jump out the ride, and slap this, active
Corn have you doin' up backflips (bap)
Why the fuck they actin'?
Do it on the net, in the flesh, they dashin' (woo)
I just order a Uber, a Kapten (Kapten)
The driver's cool, lemme bark my zoot, I just try not to ash it
Man do backflips, grands in elastic
I just try not to splash it
The opp block's dead like their friends
Kway back then, it was nuttin' but crashings (woo)
Free all my bros in the wing
They do their ting, it ain't nuttin' but crashings
Tap it, tap it, slide 'round, doin' nuttin' but tappings
Slide 'round, doin' nuttin' but-
Glah, blap
(Scratch mixed it)
(Trap House Mob in the streets)
Woo, Big Kweng, Daily Duppy
You see it? We're lit right now
(In the streets) look
Look, this Barbie say, "I street fight too much"
Now, she's out here callin' me Ken (ay, come 'ere)
Nah, I ain't Joey or Phoebe
Ross or Rachel
Nah, I ain't doin' up Friends (no)
With bro-bro in the the opp blocks, two sticks
Doin' up Twix, doin' up skengs
I know he is on hidin'
If I can't find him, LOL, then I'm undoin' his friends (bap, bap)
I'm a smooth criminal, bad individual (woo)
Might step 'round here, beat it like MJ (wow)
Yo, we don't turn up the estate
Brown skin ting, she a ten on a dead day (ay, come 'ere)
Look, feds done came through on the front door
So it's the back way Kwengface escape
Huh, man still tryna shoot in your block
With a white boy, suttin' like Pressplay
Look, jump out of ride, man slap that
Clap that peng ting, screamin' out "Black gang"
Tap that, swear on my life, I can't breathe right now
But the flow's too mad, gotta rap that (woo)
Man put a Luger Slug through your hat back
Hit me a lick, you ain't gettin' your racks back
OT trips, man's sendin' out young boy
Tell him "Be cautious," fast that, bag that (uh-ha)
Yo, juice garn spill like wine
Dip, splash, spill like Tonic (di-di-dip, di-di-dip)
Italian kicks, sporty drip
Oh, yes, and the whip's steptronic
I see man jump on the roads for a year, and die
That ain't no logic (how?)
I'm smoking-, chronic
Made man trip, spill, vomit
Packs came fat like CeeLo (woo)
All my opps been pre-rolled
How many man have we left there missin'?
Left man swimmin' like Nemo (di-di-dip, di-di-dip)
I done step 'round there with my Mafia 2
Had man fill it like Vito (di-di-dip, di-di-dip)
Tryna turn this half brick to a fuckin' kilo
If I jump out the ride, and slap this, active
Corn have you doin' up backflips (bap)
Why the fuck they actin'?
Do it on the net, in the flesh, they dashin' (woo)
I just order a Uber, a Kapten (Kapten)
The driver's cool, lemme bark my zoot, I just try not to ash it
Man do backflips, grands in elastic
I just try not to splash it
The opp block's dead like their friends
Kway back then, it was nuttin' but crashings (woo)
Free all my bros in the wing
They do their ting, it ain't nuttin' but crashings
Tap it, tap it, slide 'round, doin' nuttin' but tappings
Slide 'round, doin' nuttin' but-
Credits
Writer(s): Ninian Martin Agyemang Fosu, M.a.
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