Lyrics Horrid1 & Sav’O – Daily Duppy

Daily Duppy Lyrics – Horrid1 & Sav’O

Singer: Horrid1 & Sav’O
Title: Daily Duppy

Yeah
Yo
Daily duppy
Let me tell you suttin’ ’bout the daily f#ckery

Ghosty
I’m a big darg in this ting, them man there are puppies (bow, js, js)
Come on, you know we’re in this b#tch
I can talk ’bout rappin’, talk ’bout chingings

Talk ’bout slappings, talk ’bout wiggings
Talk ’bout burners, talk ’bout triggers
Talk ’bout murders, talk ’bout victims
Talk ’bout b#tches, talk ’bout women

They talk ’bout drills, all of that is fiction
All the pellets in the car, just lookin’ like a packet of millions
Do it bait, i’ll splash him
Sav too savage, think you’re a match?

Try match it, madting
Tell bro, “back it,” get to the clappin’
Duckin’ and divin’, they don’t know who slapped it
It’s us that’s crashin’, nuttin’ but badness

Gyal on my dick like, “who’s that savage?”
Spin that, back it
Who’s that? bang it
Gruesome attack, see his headback splattered

‘021 plates, nah i ain’t beefin’ with them
They want beef on the net
We got a pulse, squeeze in the flesh
One day, we’ll meet one of them

Let the corn from the 4s just reason with them
Big teeth in it, i bored all three with it
Haunt them neeks with it
And no, we ain’t picky, or talk in flickies

Them broski wet **** with it
Don’t be hangin’ with the opps when i buck them, ‘cuh trust me i shanked up everyone there
In my mons with my shank, i can see them clear
But where i can see them days in nike, lemme air that

I’ll show no fear, if i press that, i’ll send man straight in the air
b#tch, like of course you don’t want corn in your hair
You got a vest, swing my ting at your ****
That’s a red light but if he moves wrong, then he gets greenlighted

Keep runnin’ your mout’, get silenced
Hell breaks loose if i close one eyelid
b#tch on my dick ‘cuh she ratin’ my ting
Do it too much, b#tch, act your mileage

Anywhere it goes, i’ll sky it
Let corn fly like a pilot
Or use my splash on a local pirate
Like the ex-arsenal player, man feel that chamber

Turn that ling, ching
You won’t even get that one, but when i wet that one, i better turn man chinx
Pretty little thing stepped out in pink
No way am i givin’ a wink

Far from borin’, no, she ain’t stallin’
I hit that over the sink
Bells come fat like terrio (ooh, kill ’em)
Turn off the stereo

What’s that opp boy song? bro, lemme know
Dj switched, if i switch, then let it go
Don’t get ’round with rounds like merry-go
Told bro, “spin back ’round, go very slow”

Pop them doors, i’ma jump out and get him, bro
Who got him down? they’re batts, don’t let him go
If i’m on my man, then i’m on my man
No one on earth can stop me

Upfront in the field like henry
Swing this shank, tryna do man properly
Huncho, horrid1, man’s cocky
Bossy, and i got bad ones on me

They got bro on the field, in the marsh like rodney
Jailhouse, smash man up like rocky
I’m just a young thug, tryna run up them digits
I’m tryna get rich like roddy

Deep thoughts in my cells on my js
I got hood scars, but i ain’t got a scar on my body
Told gyal, “come to the west”
Doin’ maggie or {?}, i don’t pop molly

You could trip too hard, lil’ baby
f#ck around and drown, gonna splash for my donny
Dotty come long like sheldon
Chop that down ’til it’s short like howard

Bluefoot gyal like penny
Up in her belly, dogs that pound it
True say them mandem’s ’bout it
It’s a big bang if this 4s gets outted

Cruisin’ around for these cowards
They stay indoors like them man there {?}
f#ck around, you can drown in a swimmin’ pool
I ain’t nuttin’ like kendrick lamar

See him runnin’, extendin’ my arm
See ****, he’s verballed his gyal in the car
Literally tried to murder man in the dark
You know that game that we used to play back in the past?

Bro-bro got a pack near my yard
Hunch chopped up **** and he write to his mum
It could’ve been austin, i gave man powers to chat like that ‘cuh he never been powers
I beg man allow it, if he ain’t been wet, then he’s held hot showers

In the pourin’ rain, i won’t bring man flowers
Put that on his grave and i’ll swing these towers
My rambo’s twin hit that with a ching
Then i’m checkin’ the news in a couple of hours

Ayy, check the f#ckin’ news, man
Did we get him?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we got him
We’re out, gang sh#t

Suck your mum
Ghosty
You know the f#ckin’ ting
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