Daily Duppy - GRM Daily, Rv

They keep callin' me a drill rapper, like they don’t know I can rap-rap

All I know is trap-trap, life’s like a movie, I can’t put this on my Snapchat

Stress on my head, I hide it under my snapback

Money’s too long for a backpack so I got a duffle

All I know is hustle, see my mummy struggle

Now I give her racks, she ain’t gotta move a muscle

All she ever ask for that I stay up out of trouble, find the pieces to the

puzzle

Said I’ll never blow, tried to burst my bubble

Bad B’s dig me, they ain’t gotta use a shovel

When I kiss and cuddle, I’m too G’d up like the logo on my buckle

Cheffing up a opp or the rock, either way, I’m not a amateur

Whip it like some eggs and go and flip it with no spatula

You don’t like my music?

That says suttin' 'bout your character

All my niggas loyal and I trust 'em like my barrister

Death before dishonour, I still lie when under oath

I can never snitch fam, I’d rather cut my throat

Them niggas do, I don’t know what’s up with those

Screaming free the guys 'till the day they touch the road

I’m the realeast ever, there ain’t no one to compare to

If you ain’t talkin' money I can’t hear you

My girl want my stacks thick, so is my beard too

Sloppy in the back seat, told the driver, «don't look in the rear view»

They say I’m bad for business and I need to change my antics

Cah I build a bridge then I burn like a blank disk

Last two connects still got me on the blacklist

Stain my plug like I spilt suttin' on his fabric

Then I need a re' up and I took him by surprise

Love it when she bites her lips and looks me in the eyes

Dropped off my main ting and pulled up on my side

One gets her knickers in a twist, the other pulls them to the side

Shoutout all the girls that didn’t wanna let me hit

Now they’re in my DM’s tryna holla 'cause I’m lit

Let me check my schedule and see if you can fit

I’m the Fresh Prince of Tottenham, I ain’t gotta wear the kit

Couple niggas hate me but won’t say it with their chest

I just count my money then I lay my head to rest

I ain’t losin' sleep, runnin' through these P’s

Five figures on clothes, I wish that I was using deets

Paid it all in cash but it don’t matter cah I’m nice

I know I’ll make it back so I ain’t bothered 'bout the price

I see it and I like it then I ask them for my size

Won’t see me wear it once if I can’t buy it twice

I ain’t sellin' pebbles, I’m the one that’s got the packs

My drillers do the bootings, all I do is cop the waps

I’m not just anybody girl, I gotta watch my back

She seen my Savage hoody and she wants the top to match

18 plate coupe, I ain’t rolling in no cab

My tre deuce, I make her hold it in her bag

These fake yutes keep trolling like they’re bad

All they do is make tunes, we get smokey, that’s a fact

See a man, I grab the wap, new one comin' fat and black

Slap it and reload got me feelin' like I’m Alex Basz

I’m risin' up the glizzy if you diss me

Nigga I ain’t Drizzy, we ain’t goin' back to back

My opps on stuff, supposedly

Them man are pussies, pretty sure they got ovaries (Ha)

All I wanted was a load of P’s

Mummy raised me well, the street’s took over me

That’s why I hold the heat and step out on volts

All them years in jail, I ate a thousand oates

It all started with a ounce of coke

Now it’s papers in a box like I’m countin' votes

Fumez The Engineer