Daily Duppy Pt.2 Lyrics

Daily Duppy Pt.2 - Booter Bee

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I just got some info

Now I'm bout to lean out the window (Bah, grrah)

A dirty headshot, that's my intro (Bah, bah)

He's screaming he's involved

Now I gotta chase him till he trips up (Grab him)

Don't be getting ripped out your gym clothes

I don't ramp, I just camp and I slap corn (Bah, bah)

If you're breathing, what else you gotta ask for? (Tell me)

They put lasers to my chest (Baow), raided my address (Fuck)

I had no chance running through the backdoor

You can't run when we come G, your time's over (Bah)

Bad bitch keeps telling me I'm bipolar

Got my bally fully down in this flymotor

I buy burners and drop them on my soldiers (Gang, gang)

I never took a loss to the heart (Nah)

I just load up and shoot opps out the car (Bah)

Just got a shot and split the box into half (Split it)

Just caught a opp and nearly ripped him apart (Ripped)

Started off broke until I levelled up

He don't know it's me on Snapchat tryna set him up (Haha)

Get the drop then we're setting off

Two waps, eleven shots (Bah)

Anyone I see that's looking booky, I'm letting off

Before music I was shooting, get them facts straight (Pussy)

He was tweaking til' we put him in a ashtray (Dead)

Spin the car, pull the handbrake (Skrrt-skrrt)

You don't wanna see me in the ride, I'll turn his head into a pancake (Bang)

They couldn't spend a day in my shoes

You don't know about the pressure when you're making the news

I'm 'bout to kill the game, they better pay me my dues (Grams)

But if not, it's back to plan B, breaking the rules (Bah, bah)

Slapped it in his face and then we drove off (Skrrt)

I ain't worried 'bout them little clowns bro, they're all washed (They're pussy)

They got nothing to lose, I got nothing to prove (Nah)

I let it die down then you get shot out the coupe (Bah, bah)

Why these rappers love capping 'bout slapping sticks? (Why?)

I done my research and clocked it's a bag of shit (Bag of shit)

They ain't done it like me (Never), stop fibbing

Slapped off the burner, both eardrums ringing (Ah)

I done it on a main road (Bah), I done it on a side road (Bah)

I done it with a Dillinger, slapped it one eye closed

I stepped with a .38, I burst with the sawed-off (Baow)

My opps get shot, my door gets kicked off (Boxing)

Tell me I'm lyin', then I'm dyin' (Go on)

Got him shot without tryin'

Done bootings on licence (Bah)

All I know is violence, drive-bys, and knifings

Can't complain, this how life is

Free all my lifers

Menace to society (Grrah), the opps wanna ride on me (Grrah)

So I stay paranoid, invested in a bag of toys (Big toys)

I got bags of sweets, they can't chat to me (Bah)

I don't need to pay for shit, bro's tryna slap for free (Bah, bah, bah)