Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daily Duppy, artist - GRM Daily. Date of issue: 26.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |