Daily Duppy - Part 2 - Digga D

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue

HONEYWOODSIX

Look, yo, blue woo, blue woo

About ten for a show, come correct

Show respect, forty for a feature, I’m the hardest, what did you expect?

(Yo, pay that)

I had hitters on the wing but I still made a ching

Fuck my future, didn’t think, I just cheffed his neck (I got payback)

Spent forty on my car too, would’ve spent more if my insurance let me pass

through

The other day, I was looking at a Lambo truck

In the showroom, with my rambo tucked

Sha said cut my hair and go back to the fuckboy trim (Nope)

Far from a fuckboy, you know I bust my spin (Dun' know)

I take L’s in the field but I got more wins (Yup)

Shot a tape for half a milly and I bought more tings (Yeah, yeah)

This rap shit bringin' more bit shots (More)

Banging Buju banton, two bricks copped (Both of them)

Before rap, it was and corners

Some used a phone box so I answered, no callers

Mum’s life, let my gun rise, I get busy

So much guns, I had to share some with killy (Kind)

Ask them, so much guns, man run out places to park skengs

Two peb phones, man’s renting them a rack a week each

Only 'cause they keep interrupting my sleep

And, bro, I want my little brothers to eat

But yo, I ain’t givin' them a handout

When I needed a hand in, who brought bands out?

(Who?)

There we go, you hear me, bro

I named a .44 long merry-go rounds

Only one will turn your head into a cheerio

Right wrist, twenty, left like sixty, basically seventy

And I don’t like girls my age unless it’s Maya or Tennessee

The rest in the U.K. just look dead to me

So I fly the foreigns in (Yup)

Smashed same day, I forgot they had to quarantine

And I got shooters on my team (Yup)

Bait guys, left five shell casings on the scene (Woi, woi, woi, woi)

You ain’t never had to watch 45Hickok (Yup)

Had me feelin' like a nigga got ripped off (Nope)

But I was using wrong shells, I was buzzin' cah I never had the name at the

side of the somethin'

I grew up listening to Calboy and BP (Killy niggas)

Then it turned to Little Reese and Chief Keef (Chicago)

Fourteen, really in the streets, knees deep

Puttin' four bills down and that was each week (Yeah, trappy wit' it)

More opps gettin' chatty wit' it

I’m just gettin' slappy wit' it

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, nah, I’m gettin' Dappy wit' it