Stix (CHOPPED & SCREWED)

Dyllie 931, 615 Alright, alright Dyllie, I, Dyllie, I came from the stix, yeah All I been making is hits I put the, I put the tape on the disc (I did) I ride this beat into orbit I feel like, I feel like all of these rappers my kids And I can't let my children be orphans, yeah Listen! That was a bar I just spit If you feelin' offended, ignore it, (ee, ee!) yeah Lower Look, I wear the socks like the Chacos (Chacos) Mad 'cause I dress like Apostles (I do!), yeah They pro'lly hated Picasso (they did!), yeah Locks hangin' like Samson I got mmm, bops like Hanson (mmm, bops like) Middle Tenn' and I'm Hanson Man, I told my dawgs (Kansas) this ain't Kansas (Toto!) I'm not your average lil' rapper that's cappin' on tracks Tracks, all of your tracks sound like Cat in the Hat I pro'lly rap about anime, maybe Anne Hathaway, your granny slap, slap I got the tribe. and my boys on my back I got the cross of the Lord on my back You steady slackin', I'm foreign to that Wrote this at four in the morning, in fact (Wrote it at four in the morning) Look, I don't got time to retweet, uh My city love me like Chief Keef, wait My city love me like Kiki Dodgin', dodgin' coyotes like "Meep, meep," uh None of these rappers could see me, uh 2024, I'm runnin'! (I'm runnin') Might make my, might make my baby my VP, uh! Rest in peace to Phife Dawg! Indie Tribe going tribal! (indie!) Imma shine my light, dawg Even if they cut my- Flow sick like Lysol! Goin' viral, off my bars! (ee!) Gotta watch out for the Hulk Hogan's twenty-four inch pythons! Dyllie, I came from the stix, yeah All I been makin' is hits, yeah I put the tape on the disc, yeah I ride this beat into orbit, yeah I feel like all of these rappers my kids Shout out to DJ Ovadose He from Texas Hold up Lower!