TR The Producer - Daily Duppy lyrics

Drill on a grime beat, grime on a drill beat n***a, don't copy my pattern Bulldoze, man ah get flattened, everything patterned Ching chow shine like Hatton Nah, I don't box like Floyd Nah, I weren't gonna say Hatton Everybody thinks that they're bad till they're doing up sprints Tryna run Usain for the cannon And look, I ain't Kodak But I got a couple dreads from the throwback That'll run up with a rocket and blow that Word to Giggs, you'll get banged from the blow back Look, I come through with an O pack n***as saying "AJ's cold, did you know that?" Peng brown ting just stepped in the room And she gave man neck till my eyes start roll back I said "hold that" Then I'm off on a jog down the road, akh Talking 'bout Grove and [?] Road, akh Talking 'bout somethings and Latimer Road, akh Used to throw snow with the cats from the snow plaque Now I do shows Man just re-up on the bars, let 'em go Got a whole box for the low, ayy Got a whole box for the low, ayy Posted 0 for 1 sec then done Cranked for days, I ain't seen that sun Put a hand on bro? Then God bless your mum Cause I swear to God she won't see her son Skrt the car on main road, best done If I sku-du-du-du-du-du, man's done Ask for beef and man might get bun Can't squash the beef, that's not how this tun And now 10's on the map I used to have both in the trap Tommy and James on my lap Money is power like the program So I had to ghost that pack I was out there doing loads I was doing loads for the cash, ayy I was doing loads for the cash I don't follow back chicks, I'm a leader AJ from the Lane's never been a follower Young Tekky and I'm in the field like Onomah And I'm gonna break through the scene like Oduwa Peng tings I don't wanna save like Hugo I'm pouring out champs in Nouvo I could spit bars 'bout something I don't do But that's your style there and I sure ain't you though I'm me, though Holding it down like Dier or Moussa Strong like a kilo I was getting love like way before Bebo And I'm not a normal dude, just like Reeko Like Posty, in grime, I'm the boss I'mma cop mum a house, give a f** what it costs If you ain't chatting bout Ps, you're lost You don't speak my language, something like Poch I'm something like, I'm something like Christian I used to finesse the balls like all day Call for a ball? Then trust, you're gon' pay Give him 1.2s, the f** a man say 0.6, the f** a man say Now I'm doing shows, the f** a man's paid If I catch you on the pave and you're chatting 'bout me We'll spray, no le, I'll f** with man's day I'm on the field, no bally Shower, malé, d**, Alli But now it's mics, not d** I carry No Vorm ting, bad vibes? I'll parry AJ never can took for a Barry Or Phil Jones, man are upfront like Harry Make a young gun come with a one furnace Then put a strap across your chest like a Spurs kit Yeah, I got more money cause I earned it Hard work, fam, nah I never shot Bale Man sent war dubs, man have got mail And them old bruddas on his side till he got stale Man's gonna see deep blue like a whale With my 32, lick off your headback well 16 lick off your headback clean A's young in the scene like I'm Bellerín Oops, fam, I meant like I'm Bellerín Like Rashford, man are young but I get it in Seeing money that you made, there's no better thing Grind fast, but you n***as slow like you're ketamine You n***as slow, can't keep up Letting in goals, no keeper Out here tryna stack coins, FIFA My bruddas hit the strap ras like it's reefer I'll turn man pack for the back chat, normal Nike Air Ones on a date or a meeting Black Air Ones for the beef, that's formal Nike Air Ones when the thing ain't- Get me? Daily Duppy AJ from the Lane, get me?