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!