Daily Duppy

Yeh, Aitch, Daily Duppy M-Manchester way you get me

Yo A1 I've had enough, it’s time to start baggin' up

I'm not packin’ drugs but mans due to wrap rappers up

We was on the grind I swear I almost said I've had enough

Them man used to laugh and now them *****os are backin' up

Whip another track they play it once and pull it back, (yeh)

Lyrics class and YJ's nasty with the mac

When you hear me through the speakers turn the ****** to the max

Ya always spittin' gangsta rap,

But half of them are just a ***** with a strap

Say I'm not the realest, spit the truth and that's a fact

I'm not afraid to speak my mind,

I got the game it’s in the bag

I’m the one who's got the ***** to say I’m never in the trap

Them other dons are just gassed say that **** without ya mask

R-Rude boy whats ya problem

Hatin' cause your bored so you ain't got no other option

Little did you know you just played yourself fam

Cause you're putting money straight in to my pocket

When you’re watching

Over the top I'm so extraordinary

By the way I've stopped seeing Beth

But I still talk to Kelly

They call me Aitch, a fly brother and I'm always ready

Type of guy to see a man with ten and go and order twenty

But allow all the hype let me enter my zone

Like I flex with a tan and now I flex in my throne

Still got your girlfriend texting my phone...

Ha, and I just said

'Hiya babe, I must say you look great

By the way my names Aitch,

I'll tell ya straight I've got game

I've been chasin' you for days

I wanna see you face to face

Gal I'm tryna kill your *****,

It'll be gone without a trace

It's like you get prettier by the minute

But I'll only take you shopping

When you let me slide up in it-

Wait, hold up ***y let me finish

By the way you hold your image got these other brothers trippin'

Uh - It's a sin the way she lookin',

Got the devil in my bed

But I don't care because she's strippin

W-Woah - I put my **** in cause I'm winning

This is Aitch's way of livin' are you with it or you dippin'

S-Stamp another track out

When it bangs it's like a shottie, blow your back out

All my money makers get a rack out

All the pretty ladies get your rack out

I know I'm too rude, but I'm young so that's my excuse

Communicating with a little pretty one from Presswich

She knows I've got a couple

But I tell her she's my best *****

Her friends are beautiful I put them on the guestlist

But when they get drunk issa next ting, check dis

Rippin' ****, I got rhythm n the highest of visions

Standin through the ceilin' nobody that can stop me from winnin'

Deliver lyrics the illest from beginning to finish

Holla for a feature if you need something spinnin, you dig it?

Sorry bro, but you're killin your image

You say I'm distant it's business,

Nah you don't need to be trippin'

Right now it's time for work so I ain't really been chillin'

But don't worry my brothers cause I can vision us winning

Anyway watch when the banger lands,

It's coming like an avalanche

And I ain't in too weapons but I swing it like orangutans

Sammy that's my brother I don't take him for no cameraman

Pezmo's a wizard did you see the way you patterned man

Like I said it's all positive and blessed

Big up everyone supporting my **** I got respect

I just killed Daily Duppy, **** it up it's left dead

I don't know how it fits in my head

Big Shell, Ha