Daily Duppy

[Intro]
Bandz
Ayy

[Verse 1]
They want punchlines I can fight and sniff (Get it?)
I tell my shawty rub my head while I light my spliff (Shaw-ty)
Will.i.am I bang bang I light this clip (mhm)
Got me feeling like, Mario Puzo when I write the script
The godfather I'm like Michael Corleone
The O and I'm in Manny, so United City Centre is where I'm going
I asked Meekz, where's the cali at?
60 on the cali-pack, Manny's bad, so wearin' Manny strap
But when I'm in London, 2 guns like I'm Mark or Denzel
50/50, it ain't serious that kid's half essential
They see the Mark in me, that's a star resemble (Pops)
I got mum's a car, so shе ain't park no rental (Nah)
I made you think, like a blog
I'm just bait on a camеra
2 packs nah I ain't mad at ya', you're still a amateur
You got your shooters on the app like Football Manager (soft)
I bring my shooters to Fulham like Chalobah
I carry glizzys, I ain't shy to grab the Drake like Canada
My lil shorties had enough (Bandz)
I told my G to grab his R M
He's out there on the daily tryna duppy man by half-10
Far from a bully but we bark skengs
When I was young, I used to rob man for their iPhone (truth)
Take everything and make him cry home
I'm in this Polo G cah, I know
If I see a pussy on the high road
Do it like Rhianna make the reh teh sing high notes
Bandz, man I know the end, I know the start (I know it)
I had dark on the bus like Rosa Park
I ain't a zookeeper but I know the sharks, handy in my hand like I'm a toolman no homo, I blow the star
My nigga Baz sells that white girl to Lisa (NDubz)
So can you hear me through your speaker?
And I ain't into scraps, I got my neener with the nina
It's more than a punchline, I really got my heater
So she got ass n' all, I'm like Ronaldo with this hottie, I don't pass the ball, yo
And this shotty came tall we had to half the tool
And I got shooters like Curry, this ain't basketball
Cock back and blast the fool, cock back and
Cock back and done his dance
I wanna run for prezzy yo and help my bros run the farm
It's full of goats: Headie, ABS, Lz, Akz full of notes
I'm running road, nothing like strippers but we full of poles
I got my son, he looks like me, my little twinnem
Before he turns 2 his bank account will have some millions, that's brilliant
I feed my son and feed the Killys them
I wanna make a trillion, more than a billion
Yo, they say I coach like Carter, well that's the truth though
I lost my jules then went looking for a new home
Cah ice gon' be ice, Kemani be Kemani
I just spoke to AJewellers about some new stones, I told em' nothin' small
Cah I'm the boss like Hugo
Mummy tried her best to get all her kid's the new clothes
I give my mom the world whether you know
Cah' I ain't into games like Ludo
I do it like Dom Prod, run around and shoot close, the truth bro
Bandz
Daily Duppy

[Verse 2]
Bands
The manual or auto, I know how to drive like Lewis
Need handtings with sweets like Chewits
The opps like balloons, lol, had a chance then blew it
Better fix up ya’ face, don’t screw it
When sum’ got bunned, they all had to run
When I got my gun, like Nike just do it
Rise up my gun, 9x run through it
Size up ya don’, ride g, I’ll glu’ it
Yo, the opps talk much, Pierce Morgan
Waps and dingers, cost me a fortune, hashtag awesome
I’m the dad, these man are some orphans, rip mans organs
It’s Michael in the air no Jordan
Shorty she got 3 friends that’s a foursome
Badder than who?
Best approach with caution, RKO Randy Orton
Yo, put my Jimmy on now she wants Mr. Beast
Clean out Listerine, tape or liver team
Make man swim for free, pride not dignity
Suttin' like Sidney, raise she’s into me
Who’s that a pagan gon’ spin the jeep
Corn row, I shave him, bro pick for me
The lil man’s an actor like Mr. T, thinks he’s big for me, bring the ?
Bands, bring my gun and this ziggalong, do it like my fans In the crowd let it sing along
Opps get dropped out, snakes can’t bring along
Where you get ya’ dinger from?
Smoke in my hand, no loud, that’s my spinner don
Donny’s tapped out, soon get slapped out
Better put him on meds, cah’ where you get your nigga from
Them man do man’s nigga wrong, he knows how rap, cap, Bands got a bigger song
Yo do it like Kesha, let it go ASAP, hear my gun ringin’ off like the fire alarm
Put a hand on me and I’ll fire the larm
Bring my gun to the show, still hire a guard
We’re on bootin’s like Putin, bro done a shootin’, I love me a fire arm
Bands I control everything cah’ gunpoint
Bring your nephew, I’m still tryna fire hard
Yo, I told bro calm down, just relax, how you wanna get him, Hoopty or T-Max?
1 wap, 3 shanks, GP glee gang, Broadwater gangway, the mandem creep and let all the sweets bang
Dissin’ the gang with a ? these man, sure you wanna beef man?
Slap mans face no deez man, creep up swee man, run man down tryna glee man
I don’t internet beef, I do real life, and I ain’t got 8mils, I got real 5s
Hashtag ketchup the mandem drill guys, hashtag murder my A-group kill twice
Had to get the fake out and give the real life
I wish they all break out, cah’ there’s still time
Yo, I wanna shoot straight out, I wanna kill guys and I like the Glock handle cah’ it feels nice