Dyl the Killsmith - Poppin' Lyrics

First they ignore you
Then they laugh at you
Then they fight you
Then you win

F*ckin' up the muf*ckin' game bitch
They call me a rookie only cause I ain't famous
Hear me comin' from the south yeah I got a little twaaaang Bitch
You a sexy young thing, whats your name miss
Whatcha, wha
They call me Dyl, the Kill, Smith
And you can get a taste I'm real rich
Stay ahead of the game you stuck like a glitch
F*ckin' with the D know how its gon' get

What's poppin'
What's poppin'
What's poppin'
What's poppin'
I'm poppin'
I'm poppin'
I'm poppin'
They on my dick they jockin'

Dyl the Killsmith, and I'm bout em
In the middle of these bitches like Malcolm
F*ck em down that's a triple X outcome
And the D stand tall like a mountain
Runeth over you can call it the fountain
Of youth
Loose as a goose
Speak the damn truth in the booth
Got juice get higher than the muf*ckin' roof
Screws loose
I'm a type of dude makin' murder mysteries
Have you livin' in a game of clue
Nothing new
Ima come through and expose the truth man my kind so few
I can no longer tell if I'm rapping rhymes
Or spittin' service at the Sunday pew
Hatin' on me don't do shit muf*cka ima still do what it do
Your done
(Finish him)
Lookin' in my eyes like lookin' in the sun
I'm the one
(I'm Neo)
Cause I'm flyin' out the scene I don't run
No record deal, no friends, no love
Out of nowhere Dyl the kill got the buzz
Put the pen to paper channel visions from above
Step up in the booth then I burn that bitch up

What's poppin'
What's poppin'
What's poppin'
What's poppin'
I'm poppin'
I'm poppin'
I'm poppin'
They on my dick they jockin'

See me comin' for the riches
Murda on the track it wasn't me I got a witness
Been in the stars for a minute
And heaven knows we gonna be findin' ways to finish
We winnin, and rowdy
My chakras centres stay spinnin', I'm grounded
My DNA is changing feel it countdownin till I evolve elevate and move mountains
Have to hire an accountant
The cashflow enhanced yo
And I got my Texas people jamming to my music with
No band, no fiddle or banjo
Keep the pussy poppin no hands hoe
Rob the game plead guilty as the vandal
You don't have to understand on what my stance on
What I stand on are my two shoes takin' steps that are never ever random

What's poppin'
What's poppin'
What's poppin'
What's poppin'
What's poppin'
What's poppin'
What's poppin'
I'm poppin'
I'm poppin'
I'm poppin'
I'm poppin'
I'm poppin'
I'm poppin'
I'm poppin'
They on my dick they jockin