Steve Harper

[Verse 1: Smellington Piff]

I don’t think I would if I could stop
I should rock, I’m Santana at Woodstock
Don’t judge a cover by the bookshop
You play the bad cop, what the fuck’s a good cop ? (I don’t know)
When it comes to being rich, I’m this posh
I phlegm a greeny in your face for a spit wash
Everybody hates Piff like Chris Rock
So I feed them to the pigs like Brick Top
I’m really sick of all this shit pop
That they playing on the radio and saying that it’s hip-hop
I push the bar to the tip top
To see how far they can jump like Chris Kross
Houston, we’re ready for lift off
Boosting, hands steady with the pick lock
The hooded claw to Penelope's pit stop
The hooded claw to Penelope's pit stop...

[Verse 2: Datkid]
Yo, don’t ask me how I pull it off
Start me and I couldn’t stop
I drink sniff and smoke till I’m coughing like a woodеn box
Make you feel wool and soft
When I exposе you like i lifted up your skirt
In front of every man and took it off
And that’s me still awake from last week
I leave your car seats stained in my reach
From you bitch’s ass cheek
Because she’s faster than my heart beat, you smell me?
Ain’t shit you can tell me
You take L’s, I smoke L's, they’re both unhealthy
You can’t help me
Im way gone the timing on my side
I can’t think of no raps, too much vagina on my mind
Cider on my breath, I’m higher than the tide
Cause flood warnings, like Michael Jordan I’m done balling
Still I'm moonwalking my muddy creps on your mum’s flooring
And tell her mind how’s her son talking
I see a meal and stick my blunt fork in
Take everyone’s portion, without one caution
Wakmo

[Verse 3: Smellington Piff]
The grammar gets dark when the hammerhead shark
Starts ripping shit apart half bitten
Spitting darts at your brittle heart tripping like little mike
My riddle might cripple mics it’s a triple strike
The sickle slice tickles mice like you
You get mixed up in the pot with my thai rice soup
For acting up like tie dye suit
Fucking useless, I wouldn’t let you tie my shoe

[Verse 4: Datkid]
Hey Yo Piff send me that shit that’s my mic too
Before I start [?] like I can’t find my zoot
Black fill, chrome outline the outlines too
Police fly around the corner so I have to low the border no lies
I’m all over this shit but there’s no flies on me
Still hungry like there’s no eyes on me
Treat everything like it’s mine till it is
Then I’m liking a bit
You’re right if you think I’m sizing your shit, bitch