Текст песни Daily Duppy! - Squeeks

Daily Duppy!

Shit, all these niggas think they know me, man
This shit’s crazy, listen
I used to sell drugs for a living
Pack a snub for the villains
I went guilty for the grub
I got niggas in the pub
I was sitting in the cell they had me stepping off the bus
I got that third off
I was thinking its a plus
And fuck them 12 jurors I was smirking at the judge
All these informers why they running to the govs
Got the pack by the crutch
My mash getting plugged
Got that p’s in the bank
My cash on the up
I’m a ginger, breadman
Stack dough get bands
On that stove, I used my left hand
And don’t talk like this boy ain’t been a clapper
I’m the reason why your backup got back up
Climbing up th ladder, didn’t find Christ
I still got my drillers on the southsid
I still scream free my niggas doing 30 recks
Man they got it hard like 30 sets
I am running through the p’s yeah I’m burning cheques
Swag dripping got all these bitches turning heads
It’s fake news if I told you that I weren’t the best
Its fake news if I told you that I weren’t depressed
I had a load of stress, and that was 10 fold
My name rings like its 10 phones
My beats bang the Escos
I’ve seen bags no Tescos
Big chains yeah my neck glows
And when I’m fresh home
Now they wanna watch me
My white bae she a cockney
My black bae she a yardie
But Muslim ting she Somalian
I be flowing in Manny with Okari like
Always got suttin German on my car key
Always go suttin burning in my ashtray
My eyes red but they covered by the black shades
I dared lift grub now my back aches
And that a whole of weight t
Steeping on a whole load of flake t
All because I’m getting it straight t
All because I put it on a Digis, now it saying 26.8 t
Just another nigga tryna do me
Clip Clip this ain’t a movie
Is that your bitch yeah she blew me
That bitch got that breast and that booty
That judge put the 10 on my back like I’m Rooney
They say I fell off
I was on my wing eating Jollof and coming out well off
Big wap no cap, take your head off
I box niggas no Kellogs
The amount times that I let off
The amount of times that Squeeks did a booting
Your whip sped off
You ain’t head of your camp
My bread in the bank
I swerve on the opp
I burn down your block
You ain’t never been to war
You ain’t slept on the floor
You ain’t crept in the drum
You ain’t never been spun
You ain’t never did a booting
Broad day in the sun
You can’t do what I’ve done, I’m the shit I’m the runtz
I got Cali in my lungs
I’m never at my mums
Jail days, I took days as they come
3 my niggas
I feel I had to pay the price
I gambling with this shit, I had to roll the dice
I’m planning for the future I’m a visionary
I sell bones in the cemetery
I got ice got cream got Ben and Jerry’s
Sins on my back hella heavy
When you gonna fold never weary
Dip a nigga quick, like hot chips and peri-peri
I got a vision that was 20/20
Man I never had faith in you fools
Don’t thank me
I’ll paint your face on the wall, I’m so Banksy
Jail time doings tours I was sat in the trap
The way my nitty scores he gets man of the match
Get a couple extra pebs, with a pat on the back
And always fucking with his head he’s got piss in the bag
I’m putting rappers to bed its gone past 12
You sold a couple of z’s, you ain’t no cartel
Yeah I’m making brown drinks no Martell
Name’s been ringing it’s been setting off alarm bells
I’ll fix a nigga up quick until he say lowe me
A bad boy call me Mike Lowrey
I will bring the smith you will write off
Let me out the wok with the Suicide Squad
I just did a 5 I can’t do a night off
I put that red beam on your head you a cyclopes
They want me in box, but they tryna sign off
I got niggas looking up. they ain’t taking eye drops (Squeeeeeeeks)
I can’t make this up, counting money all week give me paper cuts
All these bitches on me I don’t pay to fuck
She wants chocolate I gave her the hazelnut
She calling me her mister because I’m blowing out her back
Had her thinking its insta the way I double tap
I put balls in her mouth, then I’m giving her the sack
She goes over the head the way she give me hack
Makeup on my T N' Jeans
Baby slow down these are D & G’s
I rate my Akhi brothers cah they be on deen
I’m getting dirty money off these 3 on 3's
I’m a beast but imma wife a beauty
I was in the street you was watching Line of Duty
How you hating on a Squeeks, you never knew me
Long clip I could write a movie