Daily Duppy Lyrics - Ps Hitsquad & Grm Daily

[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 niggas 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 nigga bent well, dead petals, spent shells
I think about bro, I wish that lick had went well, I gotta exhale
I ain't smokin' gangster spliffs, I'm smokin' dead niggas
When I was young, I was lookin' up to dem niggas
Now them niggas 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
Niggas tryna kill 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
Free Slapit 'cah that nigga had my back like he a spine
Yeah, we was in the north, two waps filled up a 'Bine
Fuck a date, I'ma spend it on my niggas who ain't got one
This bitch don't even wanna date, she wanna fuck 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 niggas 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 niggas, 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 shit, I'm one of one
Huh, Hitsquad baby