Daily Duppy - M24

M1 on the beat

Uh, get back, get back

Brigades

Uh, ay

Sweet one say I drill a lot

She tellin' me to slow it down

'Cause I bump into the old bill a lot

These opps just talk alot

I ain’t ever seen 'em pull up in my chillin' spot

Pull up, pull up and let that go

Someone’s gone, ay bill that pot

Star in the hood like Strydes, Strydes

I’ll still do man live

Girl said I got too much pride

Meanwhile the opps tell too much lies

Surprise, pull up on man should’ve seen their eyes

GBG that’s family ties

I sold Peter to Griffin no Family Guy

Lots of agony got that hat trick

Me and bro like SpongeBob and Patrick

Match it, none of them boys can match it

Lash it, whine that down and slap it

A lot of man got caught in traffic

Even if it’s green or red man splash it, attack it

I beg someone tell the DJ jack it

Before I flexed on man with drip

I was really tryna splash that drip

Head, head mad, head sick

Gone, I was out doin' that shit

Unwrap that shit, no gift

Lift, spray that shit like Lynx

Brown, brown-skin one in pink, wink

Now she wanna have my kids

Get, get burnt like rizz

Or man get smoked like cigs

Two in the top tryna pop like fizz

Drill up the place and skid

Me and these niggas ain’t the same like Mist

The watch on my wrist cost me couple quid

And this weekend on us in a couple quid

Do a, do a man live like Instagram

Make man run like Yohan Blake

Talk on the web a lot

Ridin' on us, no you ain’t

Young boy with the longest blade

Anonymous guy, he don’t show no face

Pushbike days was loads of fun

Four door trucks, loads of change

If you s-, if you see man movin' strange

Best cut, disappear like David Blaine

She gave me the maddest sloppy top

And she don’t even know my name

Me and bro like Max and Wayne

Bro’s in the jailhouse, whack man’s face

This yats got the maddest face

She arch that back, let it clap for days

Let it clap for days

You know we let it clap for days

Fax, yeah we let it clap for days

That’s, that’s why we got chat for days

Send the location like Dave

Then go round there, I ain’t usin' Waze

'Nuff skill on the clutch, had to use those brakes

The sawn, the sawn-offs loud

But this L packs way more louder

Like Stizz I’m a late night prowler

Like I don’t play fair, I’m a fuckin' fowler

Buss, buss that champagne shower

Tryna turn man ghost like that yute from Power

Disked her down now she sour

She wants a piece of me by the hour

Before it gets cooked, its comin' like flour

Washed up yutes, dem man there coward

Then he clipped my wheel on that Bennerz

Skid off the road, what a howler

Funny man like Austin Powers

The GBGs had 'em layin' on flowers

Get the drop, be there in ten

We don’t take no hours

M1onthebeat