Daily Duppy - Ivorian Doll

Picked up a pen in December

'018, the date to remember

Young black queen in the ends

A former member thinks I resent her

Couldn’t take I’m attention centre

Snake, pretender, got spun in a blender

Twitter and a YouTube trender

So you still talk my name when I left ya

Had to done that duo

I think you know, cut that evil eye

See how I kicked off, 2−0

Big boss Hugo, Sag, no Gemini

Ten second clip to a milli' in a month

Balmain drip to my Jordan 1's

Puttin' those rumours to bed, now they all are done

Once chance to be my toy-boy

If I dig your D then I might woi-oi

'Cause the Insta die, then so would your career

You’d be the first to be unemployed (Hurt bitches)

(Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-doo!)

How many speeches you gon' do?

You shoulda stopped at number two

Screaming my name when I don’t know you

This bitch is a dog, I’ma leash her too

Look at the hair, look at the nails, look at the drip (Drip)

Look at the views, look at the plaques, look at the hits (Hits)

You see me shine, I’m on my grind, look at the pics (Pics)

About to blow, rocking Off-White, I ain’t talkin' bricks

Snatch wig back like a Lambo roof

Make gyal disappear like, «Where she?

«, poof

And your bredrin too, if I see that wretch, she can get three, two, yeah, you,

yeah, you

Backup dancer, yeah, you, yeah, you

Sideman, yeah, you, yeah, you

Oh, Vanessa, where you?

Where you?

On your TV screen and your radios too

Only started, game got clarted, highly regarded ('garded)

I’m hittin' targets, labels calling, I’m on the market (Market)

Expensive carpet in my apartment, look, I’ma starlet (Starlet)

Four-door, skrrt and park it, all of this ice, I come like the Arctic

I set a trend, you follow on

On to the next, you hopping on

They say I flex, none of them wrong

Just got a crib off one of my songs

I set a trend, you follow on

On to the next, you hopping on

They say I flex, none of them wrong

Just got a crib off one of my songs

I push buttons like type and stuff

Rose gold chain with a diamond clutch

All white whip, cocaine coloured Pyrex stuff

We make money, we make moves

Bro got locked, come home soon

Clock hit noon, gun go «Boom»

Face in a box, this ain’t Zoom

Rise at moon (Ha)

Wrist on freeze, burr, Gucci fur

Money goes out, more goes in

My bank account twerking

I’m just workin', haters lurking

Somethin' get drawn on an opp, it’s curtains

I got the game in the bag, it’s Birkin

Listen up, true say, I give sermons, ayy

It’s Daily Duppy, that’s bars on bars

IVD, shoot straight for the stars

Look at the galaxy, I’m on Mars

If I whisper once, then the mandem charge

No more snickers, no more laugh

That’s my jigga, he’s on task

Wray and his nephew both take part

When the liquor shot, leave a Maker’s Mark

I said what I said, I ain’t saying no more

Packed my bags, 2021, I’m going on tour (Queen, hahahaha)