"Daily Duppy Pt. 2" lyrics
I'm a bad boy, rude boy, really unruly
Rappers are prayin' that I didn't come back
Sat in my cell and I thought to myself
"If I came home will these bitches run back"
Make the pagans run back
Go ask T when S try bun that
Drill went cold and I'm bringin' the sun back
Niggas are dead, they ain't bringin' their son back
Caught him a stray tryna get him a burger
He ended up gettin' a ying in his belly
My Rambo stuck couple times in my man
He couldn't move so they brought him a Heli
('019 I was killin' the scene, same time I was puttin' pagans on the telly)
O-P-P-S, hold that steady, they was never rollin' like Kelly
Flows are crazy, how could you hate me
Man fuck you pay me, my songs are wavy
Bad bitches rate me, the gun from Haiti
Rusty one from 1980
Man fuck the pagans and fuck the haters
Man where's your homie, open the papers
Floatin' away, man see you laters
He said he's online, we change his status
We change his bio, his friend left him, we made him cry home
Now I'm in the pen, it's not a Byro
With the burner boys, he ain't singin' Shayo
K1 dead, oh shit, a typo
Fat boy ran, we gave him Lipo
Keep seein' their songs comin' up on my TikTok
Think that app has turned me psycho
My prices higher than all of these rappers
You know, don't think I'll settle for less
Compare me to him, I'll stab out his chest
Insert boarers, rip out his flesh
Even in jail I'm still fuckin' his groupie
Ass was peak, but leg on the steps
Boujie gyal ain't boujie to me
Gyal skin out their pum-pum over the Tec
It's been five years and my voice has changed
Of course it has, are you dumb or dumber
If you don't like me, then suck your mum
I'm SJ, you don't leave me with guns
Look what we do in this industry
From jail had bad gyal shakin' bums
Had him and his homies losin' lungs
We don't window shop, purchase with funds
Rappers are prayin' that I didn't come back
Sat in my cell and I thought to myself
"If I came home will these bitches run back"
Make the pagans run back
Go ask T when S try bun that
Drill went cold and I'm bringin' the sun back
Niggas are dead, they ain't bringin' their son back
Caught him a stray tryna get him a burger
He ended up gettin' a ying in his belly
My Rambo stuck couple times in my man
He couldn't move so they brought him a Heli
('019 I was killin' the scene, same time I was puttin' pagans on the telly)
O-P-P-S, hold that steady, they was never rollin' like Kelly
Flows are crazy, how could you hate me
Man fuck you pay me, my songs are wavy
Bad bitches rate me, the gun from Haiti
Rusty one from 1980
Man fuck the pagans and fuck the haters
Man where's your homie, open the papers
Floatin' away, man see you laters
He said he's online, we change his status
We change his bio, his friend left him, we made him cry home
Now I'm in the pen, it's not a Byro
With the burner boys, he ain't singin' Shayo
K1 dead, oh shit, a typo
Fat boy ran, we gave him Lipo
Keep seein' their songs comin' up on my TikTok
Think that app has turned me psycho
My prices higher than all of these rappers
You know, don't think I'll settle for less
Compare me to him, I'll stab out his chest
Insert boarers, rip out his flesh
Even in jail I'm still fuckin' his groupie
Ass was peak, but leg on the steps
Boujie gyal ain't boujie to me
Gyal skin out their pum-pum over the Tec
It's been five years and my voice has changed
Of course it has, are you dumb or dumber
If you don't like me, then suck your mum
I'm SJ, you don't leave me with guns
Look what we do in this industry
From jail had bad gyal shakin' bums
Had him and his homies losin' lungs
We don't window shop, purchase with funds
