Lyrics
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!