Daily Duppy
(专辑: 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