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letra de daily duppy - booter bee

[part i]

[intro]
(legendary made this one)

[verse]
i’d rather die than rap about things i didn’t do
f-block, i swear my kurdish savages got missing screws
you don’t wanna cross the line if it’s me stopping by
big four fizzy, one flat-head will rock his mind
from jail to the roads, i’m on the same sh-t
jumped out the dinger, summertime, gun blazing
i don’t need to chase him, my soldiers gonna catch him
said she wants a shooter, bet she knows that i’m established
feds on my back, tryna raid me for dumb sh-t
probably think i keep a bag of straps where my mum lives
certified shooter, slap my stick off with one hand
i’ma tell the fans the true stories of a gunman
from fifteen to eighteen, i already shot three
feds tryna point me out in photos, that’s not me
i done glides and never spoke about it
i dropped gr the spinners, since then he ain’t rolled without it
free my little bros, i’m p-ssed off the judge birded ’em
free getround, he’s not in jail for no burgling
for certain g, the opps wanna murder me
it’s not only music beats that my block are murdering
let me catch akhi, i’m smoking him
you can’t hide when i ride, i know it’s him
boot off the door, i’m rolling in
pull back the hammer, see the barrels start blowing wind
f-ck him, he’s irrelevant
he ain’t done a thing since i peppered him
caught him by the pub and i severed him
i just sit back and i observe
heard he wants a verse, how much man has he shot first?
i ain’t linking no nerds cah’ they ruin my image
how does booter make dough? tell ’em “stay out my business”
big wap in the car anytime i’m spinning
let him run, i’ll shoot him and then slap the witness
let them drive through the ends and keep thinking it’s safe
til’ i make a phone call and get him slapped on the pave
he spoke up in jail so i shanked off his face
put a grand in his account and made him stamp on his brains
i was sitting in the dock when you were chilling with a thot
why’s he rapping bout the gang but he ain’t spinning on my block?
can’t get the g-lock, then i’m bringing out the dots
i can’t force him to ride, he’s either with it or he’s not
[part ii]

[verse]
i just got some info
now i’m bout to lean out the window
a dirty head shot, that’s my intro
he’s screaming he’s involved
now i gotta chase him til’ he trips up
don’t be getting ripped out your gym clothes
i don’t ramp, i just camp and i slap corn
if you’re breathing, what else you gotta ask for?
they put lasers to my chest, raided my address
i had no chance running through the backdoor
you can’t run when we come g, your time’s over
bad b-tch keeps telling me i’m bipolar
got my bally fully down in this fly motor
i buy burners and drop them on my soldiers
i never took a loss to the heart
i just load up and shoot opps out the car
just got a shot and split the box into half
just caught an opp and nearly ripped him apart
started off broke until i levelled up
he don’t know it’s me on snapchat tryna set him up
get the drop then we’re setting off
two waps, eleven shots
anyone i see that’s looking booky, i’m letting off
before music i was shooting, get them facts straight
he was tweaking til’ we put him in a ashtray
spin the car, pull the handbrake
you don’t wanna see me in the ride, i’ll turn his head into a pancake
they couldn’t spend a day in my shoes
you don’t know about the pressure when you’re making the news
i’m bout to k!ll the game, they better pay me my dues
but if not, it’s back to plan b, breaking the rules
slapped it in his face and then we drove off
i ain’t worried bout them little clowns bro, they’re all washed
they got nothing to lose, i got nothing to prove
i let it die down then you get shot out the coupe
why these rappers love capping bout slapping sticks?
i done my research and clocked it’s a bag of sh-t
they ain’t done it like me, stop fibbing
slapped off the burner, both eardrums ringing
i done it on a main road, i done it on a side road
i done it with a dillinger, slapped it one eye closed
i stepped with a thirty-eight, i burst with the sawn-off
my opps get shot, my door gets kicked off
tell me i’m lying then i’m dying
got him shot without trying
done bootings on licence
all i know is violence, drive-by’s and knifings
can’t complain, this how life is
free all my lifers
menace to society, the opps wanna ride on me
so i stay paranoid, invested in a bag of toys
i got bags of sweets, they can’t chat to me
i don’t need to pay for sh-t, bro’s tryna slap for free

- booter bee

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