Daily Duppy - Unknown T

Fresh out the cage for a slaughter

Damn, I was stunned when the case got brought up

It’s just me and my bros like Warner

Hold up, wait, let me take that corner

Burst in whip and replace that quarter

See how the weights transformer

Back roads, TT and it’s crisp like Walker

Bag full of whoosh but who’s the informer?

Look, ding dong trips with t’ree-double-o's

Don’t slip 'cause we lurk in order

There’s PCD’s with the Trident vests at my door but I ain’t no talker

The opps try come with a script got flipped and them boy wrote off, no author

I see bare man dust when they saw that Corsa

Splash, splash, bare Fiji water

Opp block trip with a bally, my bro got knicked with a boarer, boarer

Now he can’t fly out or move round the border

Cah he keep serving probation order

Pass the ting over, the bread got watered

Park the two blockies, now they got sorted

Ugh, broski’s taking the piss, how you taking a pic with a waigon’s daughter?

tried put me to test

I hate when they ain’t tryna dish out a evs

Man sit on remand and stress

Cah it ain’t a game, it’s life or death

Fresh, fresh on a streets

Man threw up the beef

Any mash that I want, man gets

The feds try knick me for what now?

Hold up, that’s not me like Skep

Look man know I got a tiny temper

Lemme cool off, baby girl don’t stress

I go STK then I call her

Got two bills, she got two in her breast

Hotel Raddison Blu, I’m bunning a zoot

Gyal, come here and bill some zegs

Listen, come with the chip gyal

Give me the drop on the opper’s address

Roads too smokey, no salmon

I was locked up, tryna work on my album

But there’s pagan boys in the jailhouse

Way too much that I can’t even count 'em

A few, a few opps in a wok, who found them?

Us

My Queen Counsel told me that the evs was dead, let’s take it to trial then

I done two times walking out of the Bailey

Go stay low from the siren

They see man run on the back roads

Swinging my boar, it’s force I’m applying

Look, jailhouse ting

Bro bros tryna lurk and he froze, let me go and grab my ting

They done too much chat, had enough of the opps, bare reboars hyping

Besides them, CPS and Tridents move like rap is the cause of violence

Deja vu, I bust all indictments

No more jail cah my freedom’s priceless

CID still onto the 9ers

I’m in the jailhouse swinging my arms

Got beef in the marsh, lurky with the lifers, ugh

Big drip, call that «Chanaynay»

Watch me go whip that O, no silent

Oh, see one of the jurors sleeping in court

Then I’m giving the usher a silent note

CPS, they know that the verse weren’t right

In the court with the Trident, don’t

I’ve been lit before they paid me

Buss down tints, drive by in the ride with smoke (Ugh)

Breeze out the car, there’s an opp in the 9

It’s us, lurking through in a dinger

I put two plus two in a spinner

Buss, if not then we lurk with a chinger

Poke or shave him smoothly with a clipper

He can hold one too cah he been on the fence and he’s way too inner, inner,

inner

Brozay’s losing the plot in the hood, feels like I’m living in Black Mirror

Ghost, ghost, move like Big Tipper

We serve food in our capital

TT coming in hood and extra like Yinka

There’s OT flakes in a bake

Watch it marinate rocks and we chop that dinner

My little brozay’s tryna move with an Uz'

Cah there’s bare bloodstains when he bust that trigger

Airborne blood all over the dinger

Whoosh, first in the pool like Liver

Pull up then gun anyone that’s similar

A yout got hella ching stripes, no Tigger

Now we got bare red juice like Bigga

Free my cody then fly up COT then chop up the shape like Triller

Tik Tok, gun man stance in the function

Wind up your waist with my hand on my trigger (Ugh)

Rotate and flip like my flick knife babe

Honey, shake those hips (Ugh)

I can’t get lidge rips cah the firearms, jakes interrupt man’s trips (Ugh)

Real check, no ins, that’s back to the compound thanks to the pigs

I’m the best at my age, no fibs, who can flow like this?

Fuck off