Jon Keith, DJ Mykael V, nobigdyl., Indie Tribe - POPFUNKO lyrics
[Jon Keith, DJ Mykael V, nobigdyl., Indie Tribe - POPFUNKO lyrics]
Yee ayo, I'm telling you we not stopping
Dyllie
Man, y'all already know what the vibe is
931, 615 (Yessir)
I ain't gon' stop 'til they
Turn me to a Pop (Get my dreads right)
Dyllie turn the beat into a bop
(Get my steps right)
Baby girl holy and she hot
(And she hot, yeah)
Only time I'm cuffin' like a cop
(Yeah, okay, alright)
Look, Dyllie made a holy bop, Soli Deo Gloria
Like a Rollie, I don't stop, on my grind
Tony Hawk
Like my hair, I got it locked, I'm a bear
Goldilocks wrote it down in ten flat
(Yeah, look) , that's a throwaway or not
Ayy, steppin' out of Fear of God and
I got the fear of God
Dying just to live, that's a paradox
(Go, go) yeah, tryna touch a milli'
'fore I'm carried off
Leavе a legacy to my lil'
Children they could carry on
Caring for my еnemies, here for infinity
(Forever)
Lot of y'all just got the Karen energy
I just want my people free
From the Devil's tyranny
Put it on a village beat (Yeah, ayy, look)
Now I know they hearin' me
I could never sell my soul to Pharaoh
That's hilarity
I be dodging arrows from the
Devil like a Cherokee (Go, go)
Baby girl is sweet as Sara
Lee in all sincerity
Invariably, you not a Pharisee
You just a parody (Yee)
I ain't gon' stop 'til they
Turn me to a Pop (Get my dreads right)
Dyllie turn the beat into a bop
(Get my steps right)
Baby girl holy and she hot
(And she hot, yeah)
Only time I'm cuffin' like a cop
(Yeah, okay, alright)
Look, Dyllie made a holy bop, Soli Deo Gloria
Like a Rollie, I don't stop, on my grind
Tony Hawk
Like my hair, I got it locked, I'm a bear
Goldilocks wrote it down in ten flat
(Ayy) , that's a throwaway or not (Yeah)
I ain't gon' quit 'til they
Turn me to a flip (Ayy)
Holy hand on the script
(Ayy) , I need bags for my chips (Ayy)
I don't hit tricks, my baby
Like cash to yo' cent, Yeah
Ever since I got a backhand for my sins, yeah
Willy Shakes with the pen
I might have to set a trend (Yeah)
I'ma pop by the end
Got too many famous friends
(Yeah, way too many)
Spirit moves when I'm weak so I
Wear it like my skin
To my scars and my pain and
I turn it to my brand
If my arm's in the air then
I got the upper hand (Like this?)
Satan always double sin
I ain't got no time for him
If I pop like a star
I'ma stick it when I land
Holy blicky left hand, man
Y'all 'bout to get the blam
I ain't gon' stop 'til they
Turn me to a Pop (Get my dreads right)
Dyllie turn the beat into a bop
(Get my steps right)
Baby girl holy and she hot
(And she hot, yeah)
Only time I'm cuffin' like a cop
(Yeah, okay, alright)
Look, Dyllie made a holy bop, Soli Deo Gloria
Like a Rollie, I don't stop, on my grind
Tony Hawk
Like my hair, I got it locked, I'm a bear
Goldilocks wrote it down in ten flat
That's a throwaway or not
Ayo, somebody make sure that we exclusive
Special edition only Pops, aight?
We need to be available in all the stores
But at limited quantities, aight?
You know me, I gotta have the Yankee
Fitted with the throwback
And make sure we all got the
Fear of Gods on aight?
Listen, make sure Dyllie's dreads is tight
And I need Mogli's beard lookin' sharp
And make sure that Jon's is extra skinny
With the ring on the left hand, you heard?
U p p e r h a n d
Dyllie
Man, y'all already know what the vibe is
931, 615 (Yessir)
I ain't gon' stop 'til they
Turn me to a Pop (Get my dreads right)
Dyllie turn the beat into a bop
(Get my steps right)
Baby girl holy and she hot
(And she hot, yeah)
Only time I'm cuffin' like a cop
(Yeah, okay, alright)
Look, Dyllie made a holy bop, Soli Deo Gloria
Like a Rollie, I don't stop, on my grind
Tony Hawk
Like my hair, I got it locked, I'm a bear
Goldilocks wrote it down in ten flat
(Yeah, look) , that's a throwaway or not
Ayy, steppin' out of Fear of God and
I got the fear of God
Dying just to live, that's a paradox
(Go, go) yeah, tryna touch a milli'
'fore I'm carried off
Leavе a legacy to my lil'
Children they could carry on
Caring for my еnemies, here for infinity
(Forever)
Lot of y'all just got the Karen energy
I just want my people free
From the Devil's tyranny
Put it on a village beat (Yeah, ayy, look)
Now I know they hearin' me
I could never sell my soul to Pharaoh
That's hilarity
I be dodging arrows from the
Devil like a Cherokee (Go, go)
Baby girl is sweet as Sara
Lee in all sincerity
Invariably, you not a Pharisee
You just a parody (Yee)
I ain't gon' stop 'til they
Turn me to a Pop (Get my dreads right)
Dyllie turn the beat into a bop
(Get my steps right)
Baby girl holy and she hot
(And she hot, yeah)
Only time I'm cuffin' like a cop
(Yeah, okay, alright)
Look, Dyllie made a holy bop, Soli Deo Gloria
Like a Rollie, I don't stop, on my grind
Tony Hawk
Like my hair, I got it locked, I'm a bear
Goldilocks wrote it down in ten flat
(Ayy) , that's a throwaway or not (Yeah)
I ain't gon' quit 'til they
Turn me to a flip (Ayy)
Holy hand on the script
(Ayy) , I need bags for my chips (Ayy)
I don't hit tricks, my baby
Like cash to yo' cent, Yeah
Ever since I got a backhand for my sins, yeah
Willy Shakes with the pen
I might have to set a trend (Yeah)
I'ma pop by the end
Got too many famous friends
(Yeah, way too many)
Spirit moves when I'm weak so I
Wear it like my skin
To my scars and my pain and
I turn it to my brand
If my arm's in the air then
I got the upper hand (Like this?)
Satan always double sin
I ain't got no time for him
If I pop like a star
I'ma stick it when I land
Holy blicky left hand, man
Y'all 'bout to get the blam
I ain't gon' stop 'til they
Turn me to a Pop (Get my dreads right)
Dyllie turn the beat into a bop
(Get my steps right)
Baby girl holy and she hot
(And she hot, yeah)
Only time I'm cuffin' like a cop
(Yeah, okay, alright)
Look, Dyllie made a holy bop, Soli Deo Gloria
Like a Rollie, I don't stop, on my grind
Tony Hawk
Like my hair, I got it locked, I'm a bear
Goldilocks wrote it down in ten flat
That's a throwaway or not
Ayo, somebody make sure that we exclusive
Special edition only Pops, aight?
We need to be available in all the stores
But at limited quantities, aight?
You know me, I gotta have the Yankee
Fitted with the throwback
And make sure we all got the
Fear of Gods on aight?
Listen, make sure Dyllie's dreads is tight
And I need Mogli's beard lookin' sharp
And make sure that Jon's is extra skinny
With the ring on the left hand, you heard?
U p p e r h a n d