Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily)

(KP Beatz)

Yo

I think it's crazy how

It's the closest ones 'round you that wan' take you out

See, you know, I'm on the ball just like I'm Mason Mount

Sexy girl, she think I'm famous, so she'll shake it down

I gotta give it to her

Before the rap, before the fame, before the Insta likes

Before you think 'bout plottin', know I've got it like I'm Wesley Snipes

Three-fiv' for the dinger, there ain't nothin' but an engine light

Little bro ain't got it, it ain't nuttin, I can lend him mine

To you she hella nice, to me she ain't even my type

Walter White up in the lab, you know I gotta get it right

Trappers on the radio, we're used to gettin' stereotyped

So many flights, you would've thought the feds try extradite

A cat tried rob my bro, there weren't no extra lives

18 when they locked him, when he's home he'll be like 55

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired

If there's an intention then I'll fence it with this flicky knife, I'll keep it real

To all my bruddas that are grindin', man, I see you still

Remember bein' broke with nuttin left like Ian Beale?

I told my bro, "Go get this money, you don't need to drill"

Ironic we got all this ice cah I got zero chill

Both wrists quarter mill'

Necklace, water still

Netflix and chill, that ain't workin' with your sex appeal

I'm just gettin' money, gettin' lit, the opps are gettin' drilled

Told my custom, "If you're buyin' more then you might get a deal"

They say love can get you killed, so I don't show it much

And I can't even trust myself, let alone show you trust

We just get these bricks in and mash 'em like a builder does

The fans dem are feelin' us, the streets it was feedin' us

Drugs got me fucked, now I don't feel like I can dream enough

And if the line don't ring to the trap, go clean it up

OT trips, yeah, I've been enough

I need all manner ting, fuck a trim, but I need a cut

To the money, sweep, sweep, sweep it up

To get rich is a must

Remember days bein' broke and I was runnin' for the bus?

Now, it's GLE, AMG, the engine's on crud

And I'm loyal to the soil

I won't crumble under pressure and I put that on my blood

You're either one of them, or you either one of us

But if I see you with them pussies, then you'd better Donald Duck

And I'm hated by many like Donald Trump, I don't give a fuck

And how they chattin' 'bout this tizzy? They ain't seen no weigh

My akhis takin' ten up, scheduled every seven days

I'm knockin' out these boxes, call me David Haye

Like we some heavyweights, we tryna make this income in several ways

It's Cali zoot and Dior for my fragrance

It's Louis V when I'm steppin' on these pavements

And from a Z to a box to a basement

My young dargs really bark, we can't tame them

The name's Blaze and I don't do verbal

Two shanks on me like a Ninja Turtle

Old friends turned square, dropped them out my circle

This bitch said I'm cold, maybe I need some thermals

My plug's always workin', it's universal

You think I got here without jumpin' any hurdles?

My shqipez got big waps, talk tough, they like to murder

Can't ring the line for food unless you've been referred

I was a London yute, then mum moved me out to cunch

The rest is history, you can see we get our funds

Couple bad bitches and I tell 'em use their tongue

How many times did we jump out and they run?

I did it for my family, I won't stop until I'm done

Diamonds on us, we really came up off them crumbs

Can't trust no one, so we bought a couple guns

Straight cunch shit and I do it for my dons

Harassed by the feds every day, it ain't a joke

The council don't like me, think they heard that we got smoke

Someone gets touched, hands off, I ain't involved

My young wizards cast a spell, then he use his Colt

Allegations from my neighbours, they won't let me live

Everybody hatin', they'd rather see me in a ditch

When I pull up with my sidis, every time we're lookin' lit

Girl with that big back, park your bunda right on this

I love mine, no regrets for this life I live

Call me Jackie Chan in the bando when I'm choppin' bricks

And how the other side talkin' bands, but they shoplift?

This whole game's fucked and I clocked it

I told my akhi Rams, "Yo, we've got this"

I'm Balotelli in the field cah I'm only scorin' top bins

You know I fuck her so good, I make her feel it in her toxics

The feds them are watchin', tryna get us boxed in

Boxing Day, it's only right we get a box in

Promoted to the streets, you can call me Country Don King

Forty for a key and you know I ain't a locksmith

So lit, might turn a protest to a moshpit

So G'd up like Golovkin

Haven't dropped a track in a while, we got the fans wonderin'

Are they bagged? Have they stopped? Nah, we hustlin'

Before you talk my name, check your head like I was bufferin'

I serve shots with no topspin

M-way trips, six fed cars had your brother boxed in

Lucky I weren't walkin' out the trap with the crops in

They got my jewels, it ain't nuttin, I ain't stoppin'

It really feels like I'm Hampshire's hottest

Feds outside my drum, they be watchin' with binoculars

See, I told you, babe, that I'm popular

You can't get close to my yard, every room's got a monitor

Maroc this, Maroc that like I don't give a fuck

The 36 from the T, it had me really livin' up

You can get your chest pumped or get your tummy tucked

I'm tryna double up, I pull up in a Bentley truck

Fuck her so right, I make her fall in love

I'm in the trap tryna fly these doves

No less 10K for a show in the club

If you even think I'm turnin' up

I'm on the stage, young G's got the pokers tucked

And we ain't givin' up until you've had enough

This wap ain't from Call of Duty, boy, you know it pack a punch

Bro's fresh home, got his biceps like a camel hump

Done tickin' ****, givin' half when they've had all month

Backshots, give her backstrokes, show her stamina

Hold there, stay right there, I'll get my camera

I've been trappin' every single day that's on the calendar

I've been workin' hard all through the night just like I'm Dracula

We're really puttin' on our team

Waps, food, anything you need

Ayo, baby girl, come here, let me make you cream

I'm a Country Don gettin' money, I can make your dreams

Only wear Amiris if I'm walkin' in some jeans

Gucci, Fendi, anything I please

Always show respect 'cause they see me in the streets

But if my bro wants to ride then they see me in that seat