Blade Brown, K-Trap – Daily Duppy

Lyrics Daily Duppy – Blade Brown, K-Trap

Nah, we don’t need no intro
The n**gas that get it and let the ting go
Man went from white suits 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
Its got chips and a brick then its 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 its 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 f**kin’ 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…

Written by K-Trap & Blade Brown
Produced by Handz Beatz
Blade Brown | K-Trap | 2022