youngs teflon & tiny boost – daily duppy lyrics
[verse 1: youngs teflon]
if you ain’t my girl, i ain’t paying for your hair, nails or lashes
cause you weren’t around when i was ashes
got an old shotty and it’s full of black boys, call it bashy
i send my n+gga crash it like rashy
made the oil turn rock, done it in the air fryer
i used a paper napkin as the dryer
the fiends got the best of me like mya
so i went from hand+to+hand sales to supplying the supplier
thug motivation, i know a bunch of tugs round the nation
and a pack of cubs, they just waiting
soldier of allah, not satan
my brother pray five times a day and still zoe you like a haitian
my other brother fighting immigration
but still copping hammers, if they ever catch him they gon’ nail him
me, i’m flying straight or i’m sailing
lidge money coming in clean, i ain’t selling it or staining
i’m bart simpson on these beats when i’m skating
jumped off the porch and i landed on the railings
thankful for my failings cause they only made me go harder
now anywhere they see me, it’s a hailing
and anywhere they see us, it’s a mazza
we gunning, that’s for garra
i bang with my bros like the brazzers
these n+ggas prima donnas and they para
they don’t want wahala
i still link diego for the mara
[verse 2: tiny boost]
they know not to f+ck with me, they know i’m gon’ spin
she gave it up to me, she think i’m gon’ spend
when it come to business, i’m standing on ten
turn your block to a camp and have ’em putting up tents
take off your head and go and put it on the fence
for a hammer, i’ll put in my last pound. last pence
i’m riding like i missed out on last month’s rent
stack notes, act broke, get the profit in the net
he got sent up north, the bruddas chopped him in the neck
n+gga tried to run from us but we got him in his legs
had them bricks, tried to flex, probably why you got finessed
bro slipped out his address, you know the rest, he got stretched
so my life a little realer than yours
got a purple heart on me cause i been in them wars
you won’t ever need a horse once you been in a porsche
can’t say you won’t talk till you sit in a court
you want a five but the judge plan on giving you more
revenge is the sweetest joy next to hitting it raw
they scared to come outside, we gotta kick in the door
get ’em down, lay ’em down, put their sh+t on the floor
i sold fives, sold tens, used to hit ’em in scores
hennessy and weed, we just bill it and pour
my n+ggas in the dirt, that’s what we’re digging it for
where i’m from it’s straight members and hittas galore
[verse 3: youngs teflon & tiny boost]
gotta spin my house twice when i circulate
me and boost, rae and ghost, made a purple tape
i put ammi on the block, made it percolate
back when i was twenty+eight with a thirty+eight
baby i’m never going broke again, these losses gotta pay me
i spit that no cap, these n+ggas singing like they’re swae lee
i sold it by the skip but i never went to baylis
i ain’t gotta ask tef what he said cah i heard him
you ain’t tucked nuttin but your shirt in
yeah you know these guys catfish and they ain’t gangster in person
went jail screw face but he came home smirking
n+gga felt froggy, had to treat him like kermit
you wanna get someone parked, i’m your permit
i know man who can get your face printed where your shirt is
don’t be acting like you n+ggas never heard it
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