Daily Duppy

[Part 1: Produced by JB.Productions]

[Intro]
JB on the beat

[Verse]
My favourite nitty's always coming short
The one I hate scores the most
My shawty talks the most
Never sticking to a word
If you've ever said you're smoking on a pack
And your gang didn't drop that
Then sorry, but you're nothing but a nerd
They're saying "Clavish, you're the hardest"
Tell me something I ain't heard
Audi, Beamer, 'Cedes, Merc'
Tell me something I ain't swerved
I've burnt bridges with niggas I used to roll with everyday
What, you think I won't do that for a box of yayo dirt?
Sunday, I'm in the T
But I should be in the church
Tryna pray and seek forgiveness
Cah I really put in work
My nigga said he's got a drop
I'm over there, don't say a word
And if I get knicked, I know the ting, don't say a word
I can sell lyrics now
What's your budget for a verse?
What's my budget for a burner?
Really tryna let it burst
Mix the Henny with the Henny
Really tryna get home burst
I told my jail niggas, "head high"
Cah it could be worse
Two G's or checkered squares
Which one does she prefer?
I'ma buy my mum a crib before I buy a bitch a purse
I'd rather be inside the bin
Than be stiff up in a hearse
So I keep it with me
Niggas want me, but I want them first
Said she's got a bone to pick
I got a bone to dig
And when I'm done, don't call my phone or text me, I don't owe you shit
Niggas got both their hands out, but I don't owe them shit
When I was on my face, I'm pretty sure he was getting lit
My nigga, too sorry for being antisocial
I weren't in the mood
Rappers spending time telling lies
Don't you miss the truth?
When I die
I don't really care if I go hell or heaven
I just wanna link my nigga NB, cah I miss my goon
Hungry youngin, hitting all these one-on-ones and two-on-twos
Active with it, swinging shit, now I got blood all on my shoes
Opps that I don't know of in the flesh, asking what's my name
Fans call me Clavish, hood call me Nettles, fuck it, who are you?
Didn't ride out or trap before me
Scored a point on a opp, made a rack before me
Shawty asking if I meant what I said when we were fucking
Don't remember half the things that I say when I'm horny
Niggas ride at midnight, my niggas ride in the morning
I'm bagging up at midnight, call me at 9 in the morning
Got a shot for a 9 at 9 in the morning
All profit, took a half box off a prick, you're not shotting
If the shotty starts coughing, you could end up in a coffin
The fiends need what I'm selling
This don't make me a wrongin
Got a flicky anytime I eat in Mayfair
Brought the ting to Nina's album premiere
True, we gotta pass the opp block on the way there
Mum's back from work
I might have to bag up in the BnB
If you hold this wap I'll buy the trainers that say C and C
Labels wanna chat me
My views are not a mazzalean
But any beat I jump on, I just merk it like a GLE
Bitches that just want me, also bitches that ain't needing me
They don't wanna trust me but they're willing to believe in me
Told me "If I'm being honest
I want you to be in me
But I'm not like these other hoes
So tell me what you see in me"
Hands on my right, never
Kittens phone the phone up cah the light better
Bitches want me, reckon I'm a nice fella
Still tryna send my opps to the sky, Dweller
Turned down a hundred labels
Tripping, tryna offer half of that
Run off on a plug
With a whole one, and half of that
Stressing 'bout beef and not cheese, parmezan
I'm in my Zone 2, tryna Kwengface
But watch out for the Karma, akh
Watch out for the karma though
My nigga crash sav, so am I, but I'm calmer though
She want me to change her life
I ain't finished changing mine
And she's a libertine, and tape every Fri'
So the answer's no when you're a party hoe
Can't love a thot that probably fucked Tom, Dick and Harry
And if not Tom, she deffo' took dick from Harry
I got 3 shots waiting on me, Tom, Dick and Harry
I'll link Thomas in his yard, but D and H in the alley
Niggas know I really did it for the bros
I heard Dookie be the most on-it youngin from your block
But we sent him out on loan
Anytime I take an L, I get a V for the roads
She gave me box like Roddy's song
And 8 down below
6 months for a rammy, got a year when I walk on the mains
I know a lit nigga but his ego turned him to a lame
Fuck the fame
No girls pregnant for me
But I got a 4s in the Pyrex, and 2 daughters on the way
Rico killed Mitch, I don't want no new friends
Ace made it out but done something weird with the feds
Calvin used to run the block
Went jail, came home
Now he can't run or jog
Reminds me of, let me not
True when they say the streets only end in 2 ways
I got niggas in the grave and riding bird
True phrase, got beef with Double R, my nigga's unruly
Feels weird sitting in a double R, I'm used to driving hoopties
Got a shot with no job, so she started selling coochie
I won't judge her, I ain't Judy
I won't fuck her, got the quorum
I heard niggas be informing, grab my chinger, then my key
What's more important?
Nike Tech and my Jordans
I can't wait until I'm touring

[Part 2: Produced by Sebz Beats]

(Yo tho, mh-mm-mm-mm)
Tell me a time I got a drop
And I didn't go
Just took a picture of snow
But it didn't pose
Tell me a time a nigga needed me
I didn't show
Tell me a time I was greedy
Didn't ring my bros
Bro in the bin
Took risks
For the love of p's
My next nigga
Got a nigga chinged
For the love of me
She keeps liking then unliking my shit
She a fuckin' creep
Trap phone Lyca
But my iPhone double E
Tell my real niggas that I got them
Cause they got my back
Tell me a time I got an opp
An' they got me back
Two burgers that's a double whopper
Make it up or double back
Spinner in my nigga's hand
The shotguns in the duffle bag
She thinks I'm immature
Cause the beef
I ain't done with that
And all my friends have either been jail
Caught a case with trap
Paigons turning snitch
My niggas really got a case for that
If that was the case
I would've told my nigga stay at gaff
If that was the case
I would've told my nigga don't slide
Told my nigga don't step
Told my nigga don't ride
I'm stubborn A-S-F
So I ain't asking for no co-sign
I'm really in the trench
But I'm just tryna make these 0's fly
My samsung makes a funny sound
I'll dash it
Get a new sim
They only get paper
When they're rolling up a blue slim
My niggas on the wing
Tryna pattern up two things
Spice he can sell
An' some nudes from his new ting
Day in the life years ago
Was pretty much appalling
Used to window shop in central
See shit
Can't afford it
Don't sell molly but
Whitney, Bobby here's my number call it
Talking cheap
Yo it's free that's why everybody's talking
In the T
With my g
Taking turns
With a portion
I'm black an' a white rapper
Morrisson an' Jordan
Jaykae an' Aitch
I can't shop by myself
Cause my face too flames
Now my face too bait
Used to put my phone on silent
So my mum don't know what's going on
But true I'm always in an' out
She clocked exactly what I'm on
First song got a milly views
She told me make another one
I'm doing this for her
Cause I won't ever get another mum
My nigga he a shooter but he's too humble
You wouldn't know he's got the shooter
In his moose knuckles
I've got a rambo in my goose
I don't use knuckles
Auntie used to tell her son
Don't hang with me
Cause she thought I was too trouble
Outside I don't think they're tryna find me
50k won't excite me
Just in case you wanna sign me
I can't fuck with rappers that
Fuck with niggas that don't like me
If they reach out for a feature
Imma think they tryna line me
Left school zero grades
But I'm smarter than you think
Wait for my mixtape
Yo I'm harder than you think
Lamborghini you're as fast
Even faster than I thought
Prolly faster than a Porsche
Way faster than that Ford
That I used to drive
I'm doing me
Don't mind the critics
Told my nan
That I'm just rhyming words don't mind the lyrics
Saw my old math teacher in Creams
Tryna ask me "How's life?"
But always sent me out of class
So I just told him
"Mind your business"
Obbo tidying my strip
So I gotta mind the piggies
Could be dressing up as nits
So I gotta mind the nitties
Miss my nigga so much
He was always riding with me
Even when we weren't ganging
After footy with our flickys
Told the trident that I'm just a rapper
Even though I'm more than that
Box of each for my caunts
Imma need more than that
Before I bust that chain
Imma tryna move my mum out that common flat
Opps know where I rest my head
But they don't want that problem ack
They ain't got the heart or the brain
Niggas say "Fuck 12"
But they talk in this day
Anytime I ran off on the plug
I felt like a lame
But I got over it quick
Cah the game is the game
I said they ain't got the heart or the brain
Niggas say "Fuck 12"
But they talk in this day
Anytime I ran off on the plug
I felt like a lame
But I got over it quick
Cah the game is the game