ps hitsquad & grm daily - daily duppy lyrics
[intro]
(sebz beats, baby)
hitsquad baby
you know what it is
pants saggin’, black flaggin’
p’s up ’til i freeze up
look
[verse]
i ain’t famous, i’m infamous
i earnt my name ‘cah i’m into this
i love the game, yeah i live for this
i had to rewrite and change, this wasn’t in the script
but it was written in the stars, i fill my skin with ink
these n+ggas pushin’ ps
i’m pushin’ ps for the peaceful or it’s rest in peace
how you a preacher ’round the demons and treachery?
when i’m asleep, i’m fightin’ demons, got the best of me
yeah, we was friends but now it’s dead, well you switched sides, i guess all’s well that ends well
my n+gga bent well, dead petals, spent sh+lls
i think about bro, i wish that l!ck had went well, i gotta exhale
i ain’t smokin’ gangster spliffs, i’m smokin’ dead n+ggas
when i was young, i was lookin’ up to dem n+ggas
now them n+ggas smokin’ crack, i’m tryna get figures
i see the losers, had to turn us to some breadwinners
i got my reup from the ‘malis
trappin’ and i’m bangin’, i just gave my bro the car keys
i was tryna shoot the sheriff, feel like robert marley
n+ggas tryna k!ll me, i been prayin’ with my aunty
i’m dyslexic, i don’t know where to draw the line
sociopathic borderline, i wanna slap it all the time
yeah, we was in the north, two waps filled up a ‘bine
f+ck a date, i’ma spend it on my n+ggas who ain’t got one
this b+tch don’t even wanna date, she wanna f+ck some
think he a gmail, wait ’til the dot come
i bet i leave him on the floor until the doc’ come
and when them n+ggas stabbed me, i knew i wasn’t dead
it’s written on my chest, hsq, i’m heaven sent
and all that talkin’s irrelevant
at least i’m still here with stuff in the trunk, i’m like a elephant
five foot eight but i’m heavyweight, gettin’ straight
i had a reboar, i’m tryna get ’em any way
thirteen, i was doin’ stabbin’s for some petty change
you hoppin’ off the porch these days, it’s very late
release dates more important than my b’days
at one time, i couldn’t last three days
and free my n+ggas, we just don’t know how to behave
i let it fart but its gsr, not methane
throw up number two but i’m number one
i miss max, we was at sam’s pit, on the run
we got packs, they only stab things on a song
i need a m ‘cah in this rap sh+t, i’m one of one
huh, hitsquad baby
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