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Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily) (Explicit) - Nines/GRM Daily
Composed by：Nines
Produced by：ProdKarlos
I took my niggas 'round the world and back
Still tryna find addresses to mail some packs
More time I'm chillin' on the street with some niggas
Zino Records
Wearin' Kufis and Christians on their feet uh
Karlos got that beat
Trap star and I let my ting go
In the interview room I don't know nothin' like a bimbo
Don't compare me to all these trappers barely makin' cash
I had Kylie Jenner these niggas were sellin' trailer trash
When you met me I had my nine on me
Nine on me
And she can feel it when she winds on me
I still remember trappin' in the rain
All these grown men dependent like they hangin' on my chain uh
I'm in the hood burnin' a Cali zoot
Gangster or random yout'
I crash him like Bandicoot
All them niggas had a run now it's my hood's turn
Trapstar fam' I re-ed up more than a bookworm
In the bando eatin' Chinese wings
Strap came with two bodies like Siamese twins
Why you partyin'
Fam' you're an intern
Told 'em that the w**d won't sell itself in my hood
I'm like Big Worm
They act like these Instagram reels are real
Two twin Glocks lookin' like Phill and Lil
I ain't always get long dough
Had to do the nightshift with the white walkers like John Snow
Uh I'm a boss **** the competition
All the beef I squashed I should be a politician
They don't know about the curbs I pump
I get rid of weight quicker than Sherman Klump uh
Trap stars love it when I **** up a track
'Cause this ain't that soft **** this that hustler rap
Told my worker to tell 'em we ain't runnin' now I'm back
Niggas always lyin' 'bout how much dust is in the pack uh
My chick looks like she's up on the runway
And they all look the same like what happened to Monday
I was so broke it was mental
Had to consign crack then whip it back like a rental
Them times I weren't sellin' no green
Had the plug droppin' coke like a vendin' machine
As long as it's fresh I don't care if it's new season
I get a cheque every line like I'm proofreadin'
I hope my guys don't get caught
I come like Man City cah I give these youngins pep-talk
I just made three milli'
So much w**d
I need the same scales they use to weigh Free Willy uh
My chains watered down like diluted drinks
If I was ever window shoppin' I was buyin' new tints
Me and Scalez screamin' "Free my nigga Shells"
All my bullets come with red tips like acrylic nails
Trap star **** I said that already
But I been gettin' money since Ed Edd n Eddy
I'm hardly in the hood I'd rather oversea it
All my businesses mumzy could oversee it
They ain't ******* with the trainers that I drip
They come like Balrog cah they ain't got no kicks uh
I had half the party on pills
Sittin' on bricks like a car with no wheels
I used to sell drawers from door to door
Like hand-me-downs you ain't been in war before
Remember when I had a little Star Wars
Until my opps' albums went triple cardboard
Try imagine how me and my nigga Jack felt
When it comes to landin' these kis we was black belt
My nigga
When I fly out I don't use a suitcase
Gang **** still clean my jewels with toothpaste
We been poppin' like half the winter
You ain't heard
You must live under a rock like Master Splinter
Uh now they're sayin' that I rap the hardest
Crop Circle draw on me like a tattoo artist
It's Nines