Daily Duppy

(album: Crop Circle 3 - 2023)

I took my niggas 'round the world and back
Still tryna find addresses to mail some packs
More time, I'm chilling on the street with some niggas (Zino Records)
Wearing 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 nothing like a bimbo
Don't compare me to all these trappers barely making cash
I had Kylie Jenner, these niggas were selling 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 trapping in the rain
All these grown men dependent like they hanging on my chain, uh
I'm in the hood burning 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, eating Chinese wings
Strap came with two bodies like Siamese twins
Why you partyin'? Fam', you're an intern
Told 'em that the weed won't sell itself, in my hood, I'm like Big Worm
They act like these Instagram reels are real
Two twin Glocks looking 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, fuck 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 fuck up a track
'Cause this ain't that soft shit, this that hustler rap
Told my worker to tell 'em we ain't running, now I'm back
Niggas always lying '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 selling no green
Had the plug dropping coke like a vending 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 proofreading
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 weed, I need the same scales they use to weigh Free Willy, uh
My chains watered down like diluted drinks
If I was ever window shopping, I was buying new tints
Me and Scalez screaming, "Free my nigga Shells"
All my bullets come with red tips like acrylic nails
Trap star, shit, I said that already
But I been getting 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 fucking 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
Sitting 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 landing these kis, we was black belt (My nigga)
When I fly out, I don't use a suitcase
Gang shit, still clean my jewels with toothpaste
We been popping like half the winter
You ain't heard? You must live under a rock like Master Splinter
Uh, now they're saying that I rap the hardest
Crop Circle draw on me like a tattoo artist

It's Nines