Daily Duppy (feat. BM, Mini & Sava) [Pt. 1] lyrics

[Intro: Mini]
(Ayy, S7, run it up)
(Rvchet, so we move and get ratchet)
(You know a good magician never reveals his secrets)
Yo, look
Hot like lava, slap on my balaclava, good luck 'cause karma's a b*tch
Wait till it's gone past six when the sun goes down, then your body armour gets ripped
Hot like lava, slap on my balaclava, good luck 'cause karma's a b*tch
Yo

[Chorus: Mini]
Although I'm hot like lava, slap on my balaclava, good luck 'cause karma's a b*tch
Wait till it's gone past six when the sun goes down, then your body armour gets ripped
Hot like lava, slap on my balaclava, good luck 'cause karma's a b*tch
Wait till it's gone past six when the sun goes down, then your body armour gets ripped

[Verse 1: Sava]
Get back gang, we're the GBG's, deliverin' shots at the DPD
Bro's in the field like KDB, put S in my rizzla, OCB
I'm bangin' it off 'til an opp gets leaky, got my wap on me, I'm gassed
Opps see me, their face changed like 3D, I'm smokin' on one and it got me thrashed

[Verse 2: Mini]
Can't switch on my batch if you paid me
Like C Biz, better take off the safety
From the gunsmoke, baby, you ran in your local JD's
Screamin' out, "Bossman, save me, bossman, save me, bossman, save me"
Get G-checked if your energy shaky
Don't be next, got rid of one lately
I know that the opp boys hate me
[Verse 3: BM]
I won't die for nyash, you must be crazy
Don't get head, top boy like Jamie
I'm a gunman, little man don't make me
Live in the streets and the other side hate me
Skeleton AP, money don't faze me
I seen (Yeah) hundred racks at eighteen (Grrt)
I would've been stuck in the trap or f*ck knows where if rap came and save me

[Chorus: Mini]
Although I'm hot like lava, slap on my balaclava, good luck 'cause karma's a b*tch
Wait till it's gone past six when the sun goes down, then your body armour gets ripped
Hot like lava, slap on my balaclava, good luck 'cause karma's a b*tch
Wait till it's gone past six when the sun goes down, then your body armour gets ripped

[Verse 4: Sava]
Touch one of mine, get p*ssed, no bladder
Man's not hot like Dapaah
Circle the O, tryna catch me a rapper
They can call me the Farm Block lapper
Me, walalo blacked out like Panther
Twist this blade, juice spill like Fanta
And we got them toys like Santa
No banter when I grip on the hammer

[Verse 5: BM]
Send shots 'round on a quick ting (Yeah)
In my balls, you know I got a flick ting (Flick)
Ayy, dip-dip-dip that victim
Jump out, slap it (Grrt), of course that hit him
[Verse 6: Mini]
Red flags from the damage inflicted
We're the landlords and their block got evicted
Can't stop and it might get addictive
We break rules and a man keep snitchin'
I get high, I don't need a ghost writer
Let me get rizz, let me get grinder
Quick backstrap, bro, pass me the lighter
Told the young G, "Go top off the Lyca"
Don't be next, put his life on the timer
Back my shank, start rippin' designer
If he never woke up, it would've been nicer
Adrenaline rush got me grippin' it tighter

[Verse 7: Sava]
My shank is long, you can measure
Dip man down like I'm diggin' for treasure
Duckin' down opps, I ain't doin' no leisures
Bare damn, doin' this sh*t for the pleasure
No shank, then I'm throwin' up fists, I'm McGregor
Roll my wap, gotta slap on my leather
Back in the days, we were all together
But I'll shake and change like a London weather

[Verse 8: BM]
Line up my man, I know he don't like man, I'll take whatever he got
Partyin' with them and then givin' us drops
Then we stay schemin' like Rick Ross
I am what I am, R.I.P King Von
I f*ck her with my mask on, then I'm gone
Paper with the Queen's face on top
Rolex Presidental, big boss
[Outro: Mini]
Although I'm hot like lava, slap on my balaclava, good luck 'cause karma's a b*tch
Wait till it's gone past six when the sun goes down, then your body armour gets ripped
Hot like lava, slap on my balaclava, good luck 'cause karma's a b*tch
Wait till it's gone past six when the sun goes down, then your body armour gets ripped