Yeh, Aitch, Daily Duppy M-Manchester

Way you get me

Yo A1 I′ve had enough, it's time

To start baggin′ up

I'm not packin' drugs but mans due

To wrap rappers up

We was on the grind I swear I almost

Said I′ve had enough

Them man used to laugh and now

Them pussyos are backin′ up

Whip another track they play it

Once and pull it back, (yeh)

Lyrics class and YJ's nasty with the mac

When you hear me through the speakers

Turn the fucker to the max

Ya always spittin′ gangsta rap

But half of them are just a pussy with a strap

Say I'm not the realest, spit the truth

And that′s a fact

I'm not afraid to speak my mind

I got the game it′s in the bag

I'm the one who's got the balls to say

I′m never in the trap

Them other dons are just gassed

Say that shit without ya mask

R-Rude boy whats ya problem

Hatin′ cause your bored so you

Ain't got no other option

Little did you know you just played yourself fam

Cause you′re putting money straight in to

My pocket when you're watching

Over the top I′m so extraordinary

By the way I've stopped seeing

Beth but I still talk to Kelly

They call me Aitch, a fly brother and

I′m always ready

Type of guy to see a man with ten and

Go and order twenty

But allow all the hype let me enter my zone

Like I flex with a tan and now I flex in my throne

Still got your girlfriend texting my phone

Ha, and I just said

'Hiya babe, I must say you look great

By the way my names Aitch

I'll tell ya straight I′ve got game

I′ve been chasin' you for days

I wanna see you face to face

Gal I′m tryna kill your pussy

It'll be gone without a trace

It′s like you get prettier by the minute

But I'll only take you shopping

When you let me slide up in it

Wait, hold up sexy let me finish

By the way you hold your image got

These other brothers trippin′

Uh - It's a sin the way she lick it, got the

Devil in my bed but I don't care because she′s strippin

W-Woah I put my dick in cause I′m winning

This is Aitch's way of livin′ are you with it or you dippin'

S-Stamp another track out

When it bangs it′s like a shottie, blow your back out

All my money makers get a rack out

All the pretty ladies get your rack out

I know I'm too rude, but I′m young so that's my excuse

Communicating with a little pretty one from Presswich

She knows I've got a couple but

I tell her she′s my best bitch

Her friends are beautiful I put them on the guestlist

But when they get drunk issa next ting, check dis

Rippin′ shit, I got rhythm n the highest of visions

Standin through the ceilin' nobody that

Can stop me from winnin′

Deliver lyrics the illest from beginning to finish

Holla for a feature if you need

Something spinnin, you dig it?

Sorry bro, but you're killin your image

You say I′m distant it's business

Nah you don′t need to be trippin'

Right now it's time for work so

I ain′t really been chillin′

But don't worry my brothers

Cause I can vision us winning

Anyway watch when the banger lands

It′s coming like an avalanche

And I ain't′t in too weapons but

I swing it like orangutans

Sammy that's my brother I don′t take

Him for no cameraman

Pezmo's a wizard did you see the

Way you pattern man

Like I said it's all positive and blessed

Big up everyone supporting my shit I got respect

I just killed Daily Duppy, fuck it up it′s left dead

I don′t know how it fits in my head

Big Shell, Ha