Blade Brown, K-Trap, GRM Daily - Daily Duppy (5 Million Subs Special) lyrics
[Blade Brown, K-Trap, GRM Daily - Daily Duppy 5 Million Subs Special lyrics]
Handz beats on the slap
Nah we don't need no intro
The niggas that get it and let the ting go
Man went from white suit's and plimsoles
To rolling in white coupes with bimbos
Jakes wanna know info
Get rid of that brick phone
See how quickly this brick goes
21 when my wrist rose 22 when my wrist froze
23 when my wrist froze longer the list goes
Got it from the strip
Though this ain't crypto
Made 100 off a pic this ain't NFTs
It's got chips and a brick then it's better B
I took a break off the strip
I thought I'd let em' breathe
2-17 had it lookin' like the Medellin
Furthermore, I had it lookin' like New Jack
Credit checks long
I just outright like 2 flats
And thats true facts
You ever landed for the meeting and
In the same day flew back
Me work a job again, I can't see that
Unless, B told me help him
Cover at the weed cafe
Only Ls ima' hold is these Louis V bags
See these green bags, this ain't weed bags
I'm at the plugs house trying
Red wine by the roof i sip white rum
Really should deny but it's rude
Shawty texted should she get them
In white or in nude
Prolly made her mind already but
She likes when I choose
So she like how I move when
I put her on the jet
Cop the Rollie for a starter then
I put her in Patek show you how to work it
How to put it in the 'Rex
Thousand 8 lifestyle Trap put it on his neck
Your favourite rapper was a joker
Before his song started streamin'
They ain't been outside with the
Killies and the demons talk about juggin'
He don't even know the meanin'
He ain't clappin off no hammers
He don't even know the feelin'
I've been stable
And thats before I ever knew the labels
So why they talkin' trap if
This music money made you
I got it off the block half a box in my pot
When even Michael Dapaah wasn't hot
A thousand 8 grams
Way before Wiley got his ban from the gram
We can take it way back
I'm eating soft shell crab outta'
This take away bag
Took the double R to Novikov
And took it straight back
They tryna' do it how he does it
But it's fuckin' up their budget
How you feel about the game?
Boy I hate it, but I love it
How you feel about this flake?
Keep it straight or should I touch it
So I can whip it up today
Don't rush it, take time
'Cause if you're caught with that parcel
It's Fed time
I keep 7 fifth raw and I stretch 9
And I sold more tickets than your headline
You got a dead line, never met the deadline
Nah we don't need no intro
The niggas that get it and let the ting go
Man went from white suit's and plimsoles
To rolling in white coupes with bimbos
Jakes wanna know info
Get rid of that brick phone
See how quickly this brick goes
21 when my wrist rose 22 when my wrist froze
23 when my wrist froze longer the list goes
Got it from the strip
Though this ain't crypto
Made 100 off a pic this ain't NFTs
It's got chips and a brick then it's better B
I took a break off the strip
I thought I'd let em' breathe
2-17 had it lookin' like the Medellin
Furthermore, I had it lookin' like New Jack
Credit checks long
I just outright like 2 flats
And thats true facts
You ever landed for the meeting and
In the same day flew back
Me work a job again, I can't see that
Unless, B told me help him
Cover at the weed cafe
Only Ls ima' hold is these Louis V bags
See these green bags, this ain't weed bags
I'm at the plugs house trying
Red wine by the roof i sip white rum
Really should deny but it's rude
Shawty texted should she get them
In white or in nude
Prolly made her mind already but
She likes when I choose
So she like how I move when
I put her on the jet
Cop the Rollie for a starter then
I put her in Patek show you how to work it
How to put it in the 'Rex
Thousand 8 lifestyle Trap put it on his neck
Your favourite rapper was a joker
Before his song started streamin'
They ain't been outside with the
Killies and the demons talk about juggin'
He don't even know the meanin'
He ain't clappin off no hammers
He don't even know the feelin'
I've been stable
And thats before I ever knew the labels
So why they talkin' trap if
This music money made you
I got it off the block half a box in my pot
When even Michael Dapaah wasn't hot
A thousand 8 grams
Way before Wiley got his ban from the gram
We can take it way back
I'm eating soft shell crab outta'
This take away bag
Took the double R to Novikov
And took it straight back
They tryna' do it how he does it
But it's fuckin' up their budget
How you feel about the game?
Boy I hate it, but I love it
How you feel about this flake?
Keep it straight or should I touch it
So I can whip it up today
Don't rush it, take time
'Cause if you're caught with that parcel
It's Fed time
I keep 7 fifth raw and I stretch 9
And I sold more tickets than your headline
You got a dead line, never met the deadline