Lyrics Daily Duppy - GRM Daily, Rv

Daily Duppy

They keep callin' me a drill rapper, like they don’t know I can rap-rap
All I know is trap-trap, life’s like a movie, I can’t put this on my Snapchat
Stress on my head, I hide it under my snapback
Money’s too long for a backpack so I got a duffle
All I know is hustle, see my mummy struggle
Now I give her racks, she ain’t gotta move a muscle
All she ever ask for that I stay up out of trouble, find the pieces to the
puzzle
Said I’ll never blow, tried to burst my bubble
Bad B’s dig me, they ain’t gotta use a shovel
When I kiss and cuddle, I’m too G’d up like the logo on my buckle
Cheffing up a opp or the rock, either way, I’m not a amateur
Whip it like some eggs and go and flip it with no spatula
You don’t like my music?
That says suttin' 'bout your character
All my niggas loyal and I trust 'em like my barrister
Death before dishonour, I still lie when under oath
I can never snitch fam, I’d rather cut my throat
Them niggas do, I don’t know what’s up with those
Screaming free the guys 'till the day they touch the road
I’m the realeast ever, there ain’t no one to compare to
If you ain’t talkin' money I can’t hear you
My girl want my stacks thick, so is my beard too
Sloppy in the back seat, told the driver, «don't look in the rear view»
They say I’m bad for business and I need to change my antics
Cah I build a bridge then I burn like a blank disk
Last two connects still got me on the blacklist
Stain my plug like I spilt suttin' on his fabric
Then I need a re' up and I took him by surprise
Love it when she bites her lips and looks me in the eyes
Dropped off my main ting and pulled up on my side
One gets her knickers in a twist, the other pulls them to the side
Shoutout all the girls that didn’t wanna let me hit
Now they’re in my DM’s tryna holla 'cause I’m lit
Let me check my schedule and see if you can fit
I’m the Fresh Prince of Tottenham, I ain’t gotta wear the kit
Couple niggas hate me but won’t say it with their chest
I just count my money then I lay my head to rest
I ain’t losin' sleep, runnin' through these P’s
Five figures on clothes, I wish that I was using deets
Paid it all in cash but it don’t matter cah I’m nice
I know I’ll make it back so I ain’t bothered 'bout the price
I see it and I like it then I ask them for my size
Won’t see me wear it once if I can’t buy it twice
I ain’t sellin' pebbles, I’m the one that’s got the packs
My drillers do the bootings, all I do is cop the waps
I’m not just anybody girl, I gotta watch my back
She seen my Savage hoody and she wants the top to match
18 plate coupe, I ain’t rolling in no cab
My tre deuce, I make her hold it in her bag
These fake yutes keep trolling like they’re bad
All they do is make tunes, we get smokey, that’s a fact
See a man, I grab the wap, new one comin' fat and black
Slap it and reload got me feelin' like I’m Alex Basz
I’m risin' up the glizzy if you diss me
Nigga I ain’t Drizzy, we ain’t goin' back to back
My opps on stuff, supposedly
Them man are pussies, pretty sure they got ovaries (Ha)
All I wanted was a load of P’s
Mummy raised me well, the street’s took over me
That’s why I hold the heat and step out on volts
All them years in jail, I ate a thousand oates
It all started with a ounce of coke
Now it’s papers in a box like I’m countin' votes
Fumez The Engineer