Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily) (Explicit)-Nines/GRM Daily 无损歌曲免费下载

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