Een goede beat is het halve werk Aan deze kant doen we niet aan halve werk Soms heb je die dagen dat alles werkt Je staat op dezelfde lijn al is alles merk Je blijft een mens ook al ben je niet als ons Pakt zorgtoeslag betalen geen ziekenfonds Je bent schuldig je bewijst niet je onschuld Je vroeg om raad en nu is het ons schuld Je stak me in me rug terwijl de deur voor je openstond.. Maar er zitten sloten op jij dacht dat ie nog openkon Toen ik rapte voor ze stonden ze met openmond Je krijgt niet je zin vandaar die grote mond Ik heb geduld ja ik heb een grote lont Maar als die afgaat verwacht dan een grote bom Ik zeg je eerlijk die shine is naar je hoofdgestegen Somigge veranderen en sommige zijn zo gebleven Je deed er alles aan maar mij heb je niet doodgekregen Die positieve feedback dat heeft me hoopgegeven Hij nakte die pot en daarvoor heeft ie loodgekregen
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin’ licks By fifteen, he’s locked in jail but no one didn’t visit him It’s cool though, 'cause most of his friends were still in school though But he thought a knife and bike was really cooler than some school clothes Chasin' money young, yeah, my teachers and my school knows I was livin' with my OG’s, used to tell their mum, "My school’s closed" Picture this, niggas slippin’ on their blocks for Insta pics We pull up with the smoke, let it blow and now your picture's ripped Me and mine was broke with hopes of coke fixing it I was broke, till I got coke and put mix in it She knows I’m risky risking it, got my wrist in, whisking it I’m either mashin' works on little pricks or I’m assisting it Slice a nigga’s chest and watch it ooze like there’s a cyst in it I get three hundred thousand an album and a Insta pic Been seeing man grinding for some years just for the pinky drip Niggas had their eye on it, he lost it in the blink of it Yo, I don’t even think, when I come to think of it Forget Titanic, I got enough ice on to sink the ship Bitches wanna fuck me quick, they don’t even need to drink a bit Rule number one: don’t drive no cars without no tints on it I know why they hate and lie, it’s clear to see they’re mad at me I got so many hoes, I need to donate some to charity Fredo started rapping with a bust down and a real chain Them man didn’t even have no money till the deal came You dropped twenty on your wrist, you need a better freezer That’s the kinda money me and mine go bet on Fifa Bruddas acting like it’s beef but they look sorta dumb They don’t pull up 'round here, I got more beef with my daughter's mum My Rolex and gelato, the same number, they're both 41 I been in the hood all day today, my niggas call me dumb But if I stopped goin', then I’m knowing the love will all be done I don’t wanna change or stay the same, it is an awkward one Picture that, now all I got’s these pics, I want my niggas back Girls say they love me, it isn’t that I steal their heart then give it back I’m responsible for everything that’s popping here Niggas ask for shit, don’t wanna hear What would you do if I wasn’t here? Rest in peace my nigga Muscle, you made me drop a tear Two rambos up in Harvey Nichols, no, we don’t shop in fear And I don’t blame them lame bruddas for watchin' what we do ‘Cause if I was you lame bruddas, I’d be copying me too Why would I ever marry a hoe? So she can get bored, take half of my pattern and go? No Crazy bro, I was in jail, hearing me on the radio Didn’t know if I would make it home but life is what you make it though Even though I’m seein' this crazy money I know they want the crazy freestyle, they been waiting on me My youngens sliding every night, yeah, they try daily duppy Hundred 'round my neck and I won’t let no one take it from me [Interlude] Straight in like that, yeah? Ahh, let's go again [Verse 2] Made mistakes in my life and it needs a rewind But then again, when I check these the reasons I'm out here When I was broke, they couldn't see me, them people was blind Now I’m up, everyone seems to be seein' me fine Bad on my own, they only move in a herd Last time I checked, pussy boy, you was a nerd Whistle on this new stick, is how we move on the curb Lil' prick, we put the stick here on do not disturb Men lie, women lie but them numbers are real So the opps must be lying ‘cause their numbers are nil You can’t name one man that you done in the field But you got hundreds of tracks, spittin’ nothin’ but drill Any time I’m spittin’, they know it’s nothin’ but real I’m so lit, girls are always tryna come in some heels But you look silly dressed up when you're just coming to chill I’m tryna fuck you on the sofa then run up a mill Little Troy got a twenty, shit is fuckin’ for real Anytime his Mum ask, I gotta cover them bills Got skills in the pot, whipped a hundred ml’s Niggas start to think my left wrist must’ve come from Brazil I done brought a couple man in to the party But they ain’t here to party You play? Then they're coming to drill If niggas think that I ain’t gang no more and I’m a rapper Come test me and you’ll find out that I’m one of them still Two sticks in the whip, no bamboo Even Usain Bolt would lose track of all them hoes I ran through You niggas doing loads, there’s not much that I’d do for hoes Most I bought a bitch was Hakkasan and a Uber home I’m doin' festivals, them man are doing tuna rolls We're the teachers of the drip, gotta tutor loads Lost my dargie and I know that he ain’t coming back If you lose your jewels by my dawgs, we don’t run it back I swear it’s hard to be a boss I just lost Muscle, I feel like part of me is lost If I could, I swear I’d probably have an argument with God I know you got your reasons, I’m in my feelings, I don’t understand Dotz died before he even was a fucking man My step dad caught an M, there ain’t no coming back But before this, I already was my brother’s dad That’s how it goes when your people wanna fuck with crack Then the feds wanna send my niggas to pen When deep down, we all know the real villains is them Why start taking crack? It just poisons estates I thought that people gotta live with all the choices they made We don’t force them to call, they been callin' for days And you can lock me up, cool, they’ll just be calling my mates It’s safe to say, when shotters getting more than a rapist case How can I abide by the law or what the labour says? I feel them guys in suits got all these laws tailor made 'Cause they might touch a kid but they won't never touch a razor blade Where I’m from, there’s not one, we had to make a way Started with some fast food, the T is like a takeaway Straight from the block We could go away for years And no one here can’t be taking the spot Came from poverty so I bought a bust down watch And a box before I ever thought about buying any property I gotta give it honestly, that’s why my niggas honour me Feds might as well make a Instagram, how they follow me My young niggas stab you up, you’re dead, probably ‘Cause they're walking 'round with machetes that’s made for doner meat Yo, they're actin’, the love is just cheap And that’s why that shit there don’t mean nothing to me I’m getting six figures now, just to go jump on a beat So this my last freestyle ‘cause I do nothin' for free [Outro] Yo S, you finessed this one, you know SHARE THE LYRICS “DAILY DUPPY” TRACK INFO FeaturingGRM Daily Produced ByS Finesse Beats & Mason Beats Written ByFredo Release DateAugust 14, 2020 EXPAND TRACK INFO MUSIC VIDEO  COMMENTS mateuszdawidziak 10 6 months ago Realest lyrics from Fredo. +9 UPVOTES
Rise up the thing and baow, deh deh Let's ding right round Slap P's for a tech No watch but I'm able to bust that down 9 gang, circle around (Mm-mm) Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh We crash on peds .44 in the back, let's ding right round Slap P's for a tech No watch but I'm able to bust that down No way, we don't do no square routes 9 gang, circle around On my block, there's a T meeting Tell my young boy, "Circle around" Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down Don't flex and chill with the opps Then think that everything criss like Brown 9 boys pop up with skengs, both sides No trace and we're lurkin' your town You don't know about stress on a ride With a Samurai, holdin' my waist and fidget And if we buck opps like bells in a skeng Reverse it back and then wig it I'm speakin' facts, I don't chat shit on the trap, man live it (Mm) Booted your mumsie's yard All now, that son didn't chippin' (Baow) All of my favourite pagans locked in the wok Now I'm beefin' clowns and chickens Back then I was young with the Smith and So I ain't gotta prove no points Real gangsters don't need to talk 'bout drillings I made some cake to my name This paper attracted a load of women I'm a natural thug so the ladies love how I'm winning Feds took both of the waps, that's a big expense Now half of my team on the bench It's sad 'cause the opp boys think they got booters More time, they ain't been bent, listen, Free Chapo We were in the bando plottin' things, it's ments Opps get watered daily, dare man, circle around And you're gonna get drenched, splash, wet up Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh We crash on peds 44 in the back, let's ding right round Slap P's for a tech No watch but I'm able to bust that down No way, we don't do no square routes Nine gang, circle around On my block, there's a T meeting Tell my young boy, "Circle around" Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down Don't flex and chill with the opps Then think that everything criss like Brown 9 boys pop up with skengs, both sides No trace and we're lurkin' your town I'm slappin' up fools and pressurin' clowns If we buck into opps on a trip then I'm duckin' him down Reverse, reverse in Lands, don't drive and circle around (Buss it) Beat off the ting two times, windows rewind cah the corn too loud This bitch got two piercings on the Tip of her tongue, keep 'uckin' it down Bad bitch keep toppin' it down (Sloshes) Brooms and mops, random bops cah the beef is real Pattern the drill then leave no trace You don't wanna get locked in the Thame' or 'Ville Reverse that redrum, make her leg numb, you can tek this drill Chat shit with your veteran, we can test them if the pagans feel Listen, look, break that grub, my Lyca too blingy Trap and get giddy, 9 gang pop up and tek man's Lizzy No draw outs on my block cah we're broadway busy (Lurkin') Back them, used to grip a dirty .22's for the opps Now the young boys burst that driggy Young boy, go check The Met, I live what I rap 'bout, don't be silly Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh We crash on peds 44 in the back, let's ding right round Slap P's for a tech No watch but I'm able to bust that down No way, we don't do no square routes Nine gang, circle around (Mm) On my block, there's a T meeting Tell my young boy, "Circle around" Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down Don't flex and chill with the opps Then think that everything criss like Brown Nine boys pop up with skengs, both sides No trace and we're lurkin' your town I'm slappin' up fools and pressurin' clowns Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh We crash on peds 44 in the back, let's ding right round Slap P's for a tech No watch but I'm able to bust that down No way, we don't do no square routes Nine gang, circle around On my block, there's a T meeting Tell my young boy, "Circle around" Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down Just fuckin' about, haha
Picture dis Pagans wanna hate dats ridiculous We beefing big men not little kids You can be at the top But if its hot you'll drop like icarus Growing up it werent rizzle kick or little mix It was pistol whip or hit or miss Ayo imagine dat Young greeny bagging packs Stacking cash If rap donyt work its back to trap Back da mash See the way i'm slappin dat Wouldn't leave your back intact These sounds aint from a backing track
Trying to get a daily duppy, Chilling with my dogs, They cold, No slush puppies, I can’t keep up with the fuckery, Bros telling me how to whip right, Feel like I’m in a class for cookery, Girls leaches, They suck till you bleed, But my blood smells like cookie, Olders giving lessons, I was a rookie, Girls making noises, Sounding like a whookie, Controversial like snookie, Brittneys to bad for school, And I just re uped, So I’m lucky, Baby one more time, But she get to touchy, Oops I did it again, Jumped on a track feeling toxic again, Gimme more, But Britney I only wanna be your friend, John 3:13 I’m about to ascend, This girl spent the night, Now she bragging to her friend, She doesn’t know my life’s drawn out, Like a ball point pen, Hands together, But I never repent, How’s the weather in Dubai, How’s the weathers in Kent, You fill in the gaps, Like cement
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Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him It's cool though, 'cause most of his friends were still in school though But he thought a knife and bike was really cooler than some school clothes Chasing money young, yeah, my teachers and my school knows I was living with my OG's used to tell my mum that school's closed Picture this, niggas slippin' on their blocks for Insta' pics We pull up with the smoke, let it blow and now your pictures ripped Me and mine was broke with hopes of coke fixing it I was broke, 'til I got coke and put mix in it She knows I'm risky risking it, got my wrist in whisking it I'm either mashing works on little pricks or I'm assisting it Slice a nigga's chest and watch it ooze like there's a cyst in it I get three hundred thousand an album and a Insta' pic Been seeing some man grinding for years just for the pinky drip Niggas had they eye on it, he lost it in the blink of it Yo, I don't even think, when I come to think of it Forget Titanic, I got enough ice on to sink the ship Bitches wanna fuck me quick, they don't even need to drink a bit Rule number one, don't drive no cars without no tints on it I know why they hate and lie, it's clear to see they're mad at me I got so many hoes, I need to donate some to charity Fredo started rapping with a bust down and a real chain Them man didn't even have no money 'til the deal came You dropped twenty on your wrist, you need a better freezer That's the kinda money me and mine go bet on FIFA Bruddas acting like it's beef but they look sorta dumb They don't pull up 'round here, I got more beef with my daughters mum Rolex and gelato, the same number they both 41 I been in the hood all day today, my niggas call me dumb But if I stopped going, then I'm knowing that the love will all be done I don't wanna change or stay the same, it is an awkward one Picture that, now all I got's these pics, I want my niggas back Girls say they love me, it isn't that, I steal their heart then give it back I'm responsible for everything that's popping here Niggas ask for shit, don't wanna hear, what would you do if I wasn't here? Rest in peace my nigga Muscle, you made me drop a tear Two Rambos up in Harvey Nichols, no, we don't shop in fear And I don't blame them lame bruddas for watching what we do 'Cause if I was you lame bruddas I'd be copying me too (Mason) Why would I ever marry a hoe? So she can get bored, take half of my pattern and go? No Crazy bro, I was in jail, hearing me on the radio Didn't know if I would make it home but life is what you make it though (Mason) Even though I'm seeing this crazy money I know they want the crazy freestyle, they been waiting on me My youngins sliding every night, yeah, they try daily duppy Hundred 'round my neck and I won't let no one take it from me Straight in like that, yeah Ah Let's go again Made mistakes in my life and it needs a rewind But then again when I check these the reasons I'm out here When I was broke, they couldn't see me them people was blind Now I'm up, everyone seems to be seeing me fine Bad on my own, they only move in a herd Last time I checked pussy boy, you was a nerd Whistle on this new stick, is how we move on the curb Lil' prick, we put the stick here on do not disturb Men lie, women lie but them numbers are real So the opps must be lying 'cause their numbers are nil You can't name one man that you done in the field But you got hundreds of tracks spittin' nuttin' but drill Any time that I'm spittin' they know it's nuttin' but real I'm so lit, girls are always tryna come in some heels But you look silly dressed up when you're just coming to chill I'm tryna fuck you on the sofa then run up a mil' Little Troy got a twenty, shit is fuckin' for real Anytime his mum ask, I gotta cover them bills Got skills in the pot, whipped a hundred ml's Niggas start to think my left wrist must've come from Brazil I done brought a couple man in to the party but they ain't here to party You play, then they coming to drill If niggas think that I ain't gang no more and I'm a rapper Come test me and you'll find out that I'm one of them still Two sticks in the whip, no bamboo Even Usain Bolt would lose track of all them hoes I ran through You niggas doing loads, there's not much that I'd do for hoes Most I bought a bitch was a Hakkasan and a Uber home I'm doing festivals, them man are doing tuna rolls We the teachers of the drip, gotta tutor loads Lost my dargie and I know that he ain't coming back If you lose your jewels by my dawgs we don't run it back I swear it's hard to be a boss, I just lost Muscle, I feel like part of me is lost If I could, I swear I'd probably have an argument with God I know you got your reasons, I'm in my feelings, I don't understand Dotz died before he even was a fucking man, my step dad caught an M, there ain't no coming back But before this, I was already my Brother's Dad That's how it goes when your people want to fuck with crack Then the feds wanna send my niggas to pen, when deep down we all know the real villains is them Why start taking crack? It just poisons estates I thought people got to live with all the choices they made We don't force them to call, they been calling for days And you can lock me up, cool, they'll just be calling my mates It's safe to say, when shottas getting more than a rapist case How can I abide by the law or what the labor says? I feel them guys in suits got all these laws tailor made 'Cause they might touch a kid but they won't never touch a razor blade Where I'm from, there's not one, we had to make a way Started with some fast food, the T is like a takeaway Straight from the block, we could go away for years and no one here can't be taking the spot Came from poverty so I bought a bust down watch And a box before I ever thought about buying any property I gotta give it honestly, that's why my niggas honor me Feds might as well make a Instagram, how they follow me My young niggas stab you up, you're dead, probably 'Cause they walking 'round with machetes that's made for doner meat Yo, they actin', the love is just cheap and that's why that shit there don't mean nothing to me I'm getting six figures now, just to go jump on a beat So this my last freestyle 'cause I do nothing for free
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loooool the vocals made me crease
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We need the second beat!!
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Can you do the third bit of his Tiffany Calvert’s free style
Can you please do Big Narsties daily fully beat?
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can i use this
Bring da digdat Instrumental Back from daily duppy
I just clocked this defo has a higher tempo than the original
Yea it's missing the vocal sample that makes the whole instrumental as well
Yo do u think u can remake Sticky Situations by Country Dons?
Een goede beat is het halve werk
Aan deze kant doen we niet aan halve werk
Soms heb je die dagen dat alles werkt
Je staat op dezelfde lijn al is alles merk
Je blijft een mens ook al ben je niet als ons
Pakt zorgtoeslag betalen geen ziekenfonds
Je bent schuldig je bewijst niet je onschuld
Je vroeg om raad en nu is het ons schuld
Je stak me in me rug terwijl de deur voor je openstond..
Maar er zitten sloten op jij dacht dat ie nog openkon
Toen ik rapte voor ze stonden ze met openmond
Je krijgt niet je zin vandaar die grote mond
Ik heb geduld ja ik heb een grote lont
Maar als die afgaat verwacht dan een grote bom
Ik zeg je eerlijk die shine is naar je hoofdgestegen
Somigge veranderen en sommige zijn zo gebleven
Je deed er alles aan maar mij heb je niet doodgekregen
Die positieve feedback dat heeft me hoopgegeven
Hij nakte die pot en daarvoor heeft ie loodgekregen
can i use this g?
Good reproduction of the beat but at 1min the audio cuts out for a sec
Randomz Yeah bro its a problem with the video editing software ill fix it in the future👍
trust bare jarring
Is this free for profit or do a buy it and where?
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin’ licks
By fifteen, he’s locked in jail but no one didn’t visit him
It’s cool though, 'cause most of his friends were still in school though
But he thought a knife and bike was really cooler than some school clothes
Chasin' money young, yeah, my teachers and my school knows
I was livin' with my OG’s, used to tell their mum, "My school’s closed"
Picture this, niggas slippin’ on their blocks for Insta pics
We pull up with the smoke, let it blow and now your picture's ripped
Me and mine was broke with hopes of coke fixing it
I was broke, till I got coke and put mix in it
She knows I’m risky risking it, got my wrist in, whisking it
I’m either mashin' works on little pricks or I’m assisting it
Slice a nigga’s chest and watch it ooze like there’s a cyst in it
I get three hundred thousand an album and a Insta pic
Been seeing man grinding for some years just for the pinky drip
Niggas had their eye on it, he lost it in the blink of it
Yo, I don’t even think, when I come to think of it
Forget Titanic, I got enough ice on to sink the ship
Bitches wanna fuck me quick, they don’t even need to drink a bit
Rule number one: don’t drive no cars without no tints on it
I know why they hate and lie, it’s clear to see they’re mad at me
I got so many hoes, I need to donate some to charity
Fredo started rapping with a bust down and a real chain
Them man didn’t even have no money till the deal came
You dropped twenty on your wrist, you need a better freezer
That’s the kinda money me and mine go bet on Fifa
Bruddas acting like it’s beef but they look sorta dumb
They don’t pull up 'round here, I got more beef with my daughter's mum
My Rolex and gelato, the same number, they're both 41
I been in the hood all day today, my niggas call me dumb
But if I stopped goin', then I’m knowing the love will all be done
I don’t wanna change or stay the same, it is an awkward one
Picture that, now all I got’s these pics, I want my niggas back
Girls say they love me, it isn’t that
I steal their heart then give it back
I’m responsible for everything that’s popping here
Niggas ask for shit, don’t wanna hear
What would you do if I wasn’t here?
Rest in peace my nigga Muscle, you made me drop a tear
Two rambos up in Harvey Nichols, no, we don’t shop in fear
And I don’t blame them lame bruddas for watchin' what we do
‘Cause if I was you lame bruddas, I’d be copying me too
Why would I ever marry a hoe?
So she can get bored, take half of my pattern and go? No
Crazy bro, I was in jail, hearing me on the radio
Didn’t know if I would make it home but life is what you make it though
Even though I’m seein' this crazy money
I know they want the crazy freestyle, they been waiting on me
My youngens sliding every night, yeah, they try daily duppy
Hundred 'round my neck and I won’t let no one take it from me
[Interlude]
Straight in like that, yeah?
Ahh, let's go again
[Verse 2]
Made mistakes in my life and it needs a rewind
But then again, when I check these the reasons I'm out here
When I was broke, they couldn't see me, them people was blind
Now I’m up, everyone seems to be seein' me fine
Bad on my own, they only move in a herd
Last time I checked, pussy boy, you was a nerd
Whistle on this new stick, is how we move on the curb
Lil' prick, we put the stick here on do not disturb
Men lie, women lie but them numbers are real
So the opps must be lying ‘cause their numbers are nil
You can’t name one man that you done in the field
But you got hundreds of tracks, spittin’ nothin’ but drill
Any time I’m spittin’, they know it’s nothin’ but real
I’m so lit, girls are always tryna come in some heels
But you look silly dressed up when you're just coming to chill
I’m tryna fuck you on the sofa then run up a mill
Little Troy got a twenty, shit is fuckin’ for real
Anytime his Mum ask, I gotta cover them bills
Got skills in the pot, whipped a hundred ml’s
Niggas start to think my left wrist must’ve come from Brazil
I done brought a couple man in to the party
But they ain’t here to party
You play? Then they're coming to drill
If niggas think that I ain’t gang no more and I’m a rapper
Come test me and you’ll find out that I’m one of them still
Two sticks in the whip, no bamboo
Even Usain Bolt would lose track of all them hoes I ran through
You niggas doing loads, there’s not much that I’d do for hoes
Most I bought a bitch was Hakkasan and a Uber home
I’m doin' festivals, them man are doing tuna rolls
We're the teachers of the drip, gotta tutor loads
Lost my dargie and I know that he ain’t coming back
If you lose your jewels by my dawgs, we don’t run it back
I swear it’s hard to be a boss
I just lost Muscle, I feel like part of me is lost
If I could, I swear I’d probably have an argument with God
I know you got your reasons, I’m in my feelings, I don’t understand
Dotz died before he even was a fucking man
My step dad caught an M, there ain’t no coming back
But before this, I already was my brother’s dad
That’s how it goes when your people wanna fuck with crack
Then the feds wanna send my niggas to pen
When deep down, we all know the real villains is them
Why start taking crack? It just poisons estates
I thought that people gotta live with all the choices they made
We don’t force them to call, they been callin' for days
And you can lock me up, cool, they’ll just be calling my mates
It’s safe to say, when shotters getting more than a rapist case
How can I abide by the law or what the labour says?
I feel them guys in suits got all these laws tailor made
'Cause they might touch a kid but they won't never touch a razor blade
Where I’m from, there’s not one, we had to make a way
Started with some fast food, the T is like a takeaway
Straight from the block
We could go away for years
And no one here can’t be taking the spot
Came from poverty so I bought a bust down watch
And a box before I ever thought about buying any property
I gotta give it honestly, that’s why my niggas honour me
Feds might as well make a Instagram, how they follow me
My young niggas stab you up, you’re dead, probably
‘Cause they're walking 'round with machetes that’s made for doner meat
Yo, they're actin’, the love is just cheap
And that’s why that shit there don’t mean nothing to me
I’m getting six figures now, just to go jump on a beat
So this my last freestyle ‘cause I do nothin' for free
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Yo S, you finessed this one, you know
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“DAILY DUPPY” TRACK INFO
FeaturingGRM Daily
Produced ByS Finesse Beats & Mason Beats
Written ByFredo
Release DateAugust 14, 2020
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mateuszdawidziak 10
6 months ago
Realest lyrics from Fredo.
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Rise up the thing and baow, deh deh
Let's ding right round
Slap P's for a tech
No watch but I'm able to bust that down
9 gang, circle around (Mm-mm)
Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh
We crash on peds
.44 in the back, let's ding right round
Slap P's for a tech
No watch but I'm able to bust that down
No way, we don't do no square routes
9 gang, circle around
On my block, there's a T meeting
Tell my young boy, "Circle around"
Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze
Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down
Don't flex and chill with the opps
Then think that everything criss like Brown
9 boys pop up with skengs, both sides
No trace and we're lurkin' your town
You don't know about stress on a ride
With a Samurai, holdin' my waist and fidget
And if we buck opps like bells in a skeng
Reverse it back and then wig it
I'm speakin' facts, I don't chat shit on the trap, man live it (Mm)
Booted your mumsie's yard
All now, that son didn't chippin' (Baow)
All of my favourite pagans locked in the wok
Now I'm beefin' clowns and chickens
Back then I was young with the Smith and
So I ain't gotta prove no points
Real gangsters don't need to talk 'bout drillings
I made some cake to my name
This paper attracted a load of women
I'm a natural thug so the ladies love how I'm winning
Feds took both of the waps, that's a big expense
Now half of my team on the bench
It's sad 'cause the opp boys think they got booters
More time, they ain't been bent, listen, Free Chapo
We were in the bando plottin' things, it's ments
Opps get watered daily, dare man, circle around
And you're gonna get drenched, splash, wet up
Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh
We crash on peds
44 in the back, let's ding right round
Slap P's for a tech
No watch but I'm able to bust that down
No way, we don't do no square routes
Nine gang, circle around
On my block, there's a T meeting
Tell my young boy, "Circle around"
Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze
Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down
Don't flex and chill with the opps
Then think that everything criss like Brown
9 boys pop up with skengs, both sides
No trace and we're lurkin' your town
I'm slappin' up fools and pressurin' clowns
If we buck into opps on a trip then I'm duckin' him down
Reverse, reverse in Lands, don't drive and circle around (Buss it)
Beat off the ting two times, windows rewind cah the corn too loud
This bitch got two piercings on the
Tip of her tongue, keep 'uckin' it down
Bad bitch keep toppin' it down (Sloshes)
Brooms and mops, random bops cah the beef is real
Pattern the drill then leave no trace
You don't wanna get locked in the Thame' or 'Ville
Reverse that redrum, make her leg numb, you can tek this drill
Chat shit with your veteran, we can test them if the pagans feel
Listen, look, break that grub, my Lyca too blingy
Trap and get giddy, 9 gang pop up and tek man's Lizzy
No draw outs on my block cah we're broadway busy (Lurkin')
Back them, used to grip a dirty .22's for the opps
Now the young boys burst that driggy
Young boy, go check The Met, I live what I rap 'bout, don't be silly
Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh
We crash on peds
44 in the back, let's ding right round
Slap P's for a tech
No watch but I'm able to bust that down
No way, we don't do no square routes
Nine gang, circle around (Mm)
On my block, there's a T meeting
Tell my young boy, "Circle around"
Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze
Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down
Don't flex and chill with the opps
Then think that everything criss like Brown
Nine boys pop up with skengs, both sides
No trace and we're lurkin' your town
I'm slappin' up fools and pressurin' clowns
Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh
We crash on peds
44 in the back, let's ding right round
Slap P's for a tech
No watch but I'm able to bust that down
No way, we don't do no square routes
Nine gang, circle around
On my block, there's a T meeting
Tell my young boy, "Circle around"
Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze
Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down
Just fuckin' about, haha
cold ting fam, u wrote this urself??
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Picture dis
Pagans wanna hate dats ridiculous
We beefing big men not little kids
You can be at the top
But if its hot you'll drop like icarus
Growing up it werent rizzle kick or little mix
It was pistol whip or hit or miss
Ayo imagine dat
Young greeny bagging packs
Stacking cash
If rap donyt work its back to trap
Back da mash
See the way i'm slappin dat
Wouldn't leave your back intact
These sounds aint from a backing track
Good one g
Doing flips on the strip like an acrobat
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Trying to get a daily duppy,
Chilling with my dogs,
They cold,
No slush puppies,
I can’t keep up with the fuckery,
Bros telling me how to whip right,
Feel like I’m in a class for cookery,
Girls leaches,
They suck till you bleed,
But my blood smells like cookie,
Olders giving lessons,
I was a rookie,
Girls making noises,
Sounding like a whookie,
Controversial like snookie,
Brittneys to bad for school,
And I just re uped,
So I’m lucky,
Baby one more time,
But she get to touchy,
Oops I did it again,
Jumped on a track feeling toxic again,
Gimme more,
But Britney I only wanna be your friend,
John 3:13 I’m about to ascend,
This girl spent the night,
Now she bragging to her friend,
She doesn’t know my life’s drawn out,
Like a ball point pen,
Hands together,
But I never repent,
How’s the weather in Dubai,
How’s the weathers in Kent,
You fill in the gaps,
Like cement
ricordi
piccolo frere la fuori faceva soldi in fretta
al eta di 16 anni si ritrovava chiuso in una cella
2 volanti fuori casa quella sera
frere venne portato in galera
ero al verde speravo che quella coca mi cambiasse la vita
passaggi di mano dentro quella via
Ricontavo sempre i soldi perché non avevo niente
ricordi frere correva sempre quando c'erano le sirene
la droga tagliata al dettaglio e venduta sotto i palazzi
ho imparato a contare questi soldi spenderli e rifarli
non ho ricevuto un colloquio in carcere dai miei famigliari
dividevo la cella con gli shiptari
ricordi ero uscito dal minorile per i domiciliari
facevo boxe in quella camera da 4 metri quadrati
rischio grosso erba sottovuoto
rischio grosso per riempire quel conto in banca vuoto
prima arresto avvertimento
ma la fame non ha sentimento non c'è pentimento
Erba buona caro prezzo
sai che se ho cento divido con mio fratello
lean vedo a stento
prendo un pacco e lo rivendo
soldi arrotolati legati con gli elastici
saremmo ricchi fratello fidati
ne usciremo insieme fratello liberi
abbiamo vinto comunque perché siamo stati zitti
7 su 7 sempre attivo per i soldi come il wifi
mi bastano i soldi nelle tasche senza l'ice
anche con le manette non mi togli dalla zona
di cosa vuoi parlarmi di cosa voglio solo banconote viola
mvp della piazza ogni anno come lebron James
entro in banca con la faccia da Cloun come Payday
It's to slow and it's not the same beat ☝
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause most of his friends were still in school though
But he thought a knife and bike was really cooler than some school clothes
Chasing money young, yeah, my teachers and my school knows
I was living with my OG's used to tell my mum that school's closed
Picture this, niggas slippin' on their blocks for Insta' pics
We pull up with the smoke, let it blow and now your pictures ripped
Me and mine was broke with hopes of coke fixing it
I was broke, 'til I got coke and put mix in it
She knows I'm risky risking it, got my wrist in whisking it
I'm either mashing works on little pricks or I'm assisting it
Slice a nigga's chest and watch it ooze like there's a cyst in it
I get three hundred thousand an album and a Insta' pic
Been seeing some man grinding for years just for the pinky drip
Niggas had they eye on it, he lost it in the blink of it
Yo, I don't even think, when I come to think of it
Forget Titanic, I got enough ice on to sink the ship
Bitches wanna fuck me quick, they don't even need to drink a bit
Rule number one, don't drive no cars without no tints on it
I know why they hate and lie, it's clear to see they're mad at me
I got so many hoes, I need to donate some to charity
Fredo started rapping with a bust down and a real chain
Them man didn't even have no money 'til the deal came
You dropped twenty on your wrist, you need a better freezer
That's the kinda money me and mine go bet on FIFA
Bruddas acting like it's beef but they look sorta dumb
They don't pull up 'round here, I got more beef with my daughters mum
Rolex and gelato, the same number they both 41
I been in the hood all day today, my niggas call me dumb
But if I stopped going, then I'm knowing that the love will all be done
I don't wanna change or stay the same, it is an awkward one
Picture that, now all I got's these pics, I want my niggas back
Girls say they love me, it isn't that, I steal their heart then give it back
I'm responsible for everything that's popping here
Niggas ask for shit, don't wanna hear, what would you do if I wasn't here?
Rest in peace my nigga Muscle, you made me drop a tear
Two Rambos up in Harvey Nichols, no, we don't shop in fear
And I don't blame them lame bruddas for watching what we do
'Cause if I was you lame bruddas I'd be copying me too (Mason)
Why would I ever marry a hoe?
So she can get bored, take half of my pattern and go? No
Crazy bro, I was in jail, hearing me on the radio
Didn't know if I would make it home but life is what you make it though (Mason)
Even though I'm seeing this crazy money I know they want the crazy freestyle, they been waiting on me
My youngins sliding every night, yeah, they try daily duppy
Hundred 'round my neck and I won't let no one take it from me
Straight in like that, yeah
Ah
Let's go again
Made mistakes in my life and it needs a rewind
But then again when I check these the reasons I'm out here
When I was broke, they couldn't see me them people was blind
Now I'm up, everyone seems to be seeing me fine
Bad on my own, they only move in a herd
Last time I checked pussy boy, you was a nerd
Whistle on this new stick, is how we move on the curb
Lil' prick, we put the stick here on do not disturb
Men lie, women lie but them numbers are real
So the opps must be lying 'cause their numbers are nil
You can't name one man that you done in the field
But you got hundreds of tracks spittin' nuttin' but drill
Any time that I'm spittin' they know it's nuttin' but real
I'm so lit, girls are always tryna come in some heels
But you look silly dressed up when you're just coming to chill
I'm tryna fuck you on the sofa then run up a mil'
Little Troy got a twenty, shit is fuckin' for real
Anytime his mum ask, I gotta cover them bills
Got skills in the pot, whipped a hundred ml's
Niggas start to think my left wrist must've come from Brazil
I done brought a couple man in to the party but they ain't here to party
You play, then they coming to drill
If niggas think that I ain't gang no more and I'm a rapper
Come test me and you'll find out that I'm one of them still
Two sticks in the whip, no bamboo
Even Usain Bolt would lose track of all them hoes I ran through
You niggas doing loads, there's not much that I'd do for hoes
Most I bought a bitch was a Hakkasan and a Uber home
I'm doing festivals, them man are doing tuna rolls
We the teachers of the drip, gotta tutor loads
Lost my dargie and I know that he ain't coming back
If you lose your jewels by my dawgs we don't run it back
I swear it's hard to be a boss, I just lost Muscle, I feel like part of me is lost
If I could, I swear I'd probably have an argument with God
I know you got your reasons, I'm in my feelings, I don't understand
Dotz died before he even was a fucking man, my step dad caught an M, there ain't no coming back
But before this, I was already my Brother's Dad
That's how it goes when your people want to fuck with crack
Then the feds wanna send my niggas to pen, when deep down we all know the real villains is them
Why start taking crack? It just poisons estates
I thought people got to live with all the choices they made
We don't force them to call, they been calling for days
And you can lock me up, cool, they'll just be calling my mates
It's safe to say, when shottas getting more than a rapist case
How can I abide by the law or what the labor says?
I feel them guys in suits got all these laws tailor made
'Cause they might touch a kid but they won't never touch a razor blade
Where I'm from, there's not one, we had to make a way
Started with some fast food, the T is like a takeaway
Straight from the block, we could go away for years and no one here can't be taking the spot
Came from poverty so I bought a bust down watch
And a box before I ever thought about buying any property
I gotta give it honestly, that's why my niggas honor me
Feds might as well make a Instagram, how they follow me
My young niggas stab you up, you're dead, probably
'Cause they walking 'round with machetes that's made for doner meat
Yo, they actin', the love is just cheap and that's why that shit there don't mean nothing to me
I'm getting six figures now, just to go jump on a beat
So this my last freestyle 'cause I do nothing for free