Stinkin' Piff

Stinking piff, can you tell a brudda "Roll dat"

Like an old lady wid her shopping I'ma hold dat

Or like all the money that I'm gettin I'ma fold that

All that little fee you rappers getting that's a throwback

Tell a oi twitter ain't where you get reply

I'ma catch him slippin' in the city or the seaside

Oh you tryna fake it till you make it, tryna be fly

You don't get a spud or get a wagwan beeroy

Chatty for the net but it ain't really what it be like

I bet he regret it when I make a lil B line

Straight for the highway kids

You beleive right?

You can fly

You was gassed of your team right?

If you living at your mums you gotta be quiet

If you're 27 plus you gotta keep quiet

Bruddas ain't

What I'm on I'm in the lead right?

Underated but its 50 for the fee right?

I demostrated that I'm in a diffreent leage right?

She wan top me off then give me the feline

Before her whole bloodclaat jaw re-align

Pussy boy, that could not be a G of mine

A lot of man pretend to know me by the sea, alie?

Stop chasing the clout, you gotta realise

You aint got the bodyweight or the BMI

Big difference 'tween he an I

Stinking piff, can you tell a brudda "Roll dat"

Like an old lady wid her shopping I'ma hold dat

Or like all the money that I'm gettin I'ma fold that

All that little fee you rappers getting that's a throwback

Tell a oi twitter ain't where you get reply

I'ma catch him slippin' in the city or the seaside

Oh you tryna fake it till you make it, tryna be fly

You don't get a spud or get a wagwan beeroy

Bap

Elbow ongback

On back

Heard a one crack

Crunch crack

Spinal just snap

Cah yuh dumb chat

Won yuh one slap

One of one raps

I’m the one dats

Don Dan

You're dumb your song whack

Dumb chins waggin' dumb traps

I’m back

They said Wizzy come back I said

No sweat your whack you're not that

Talk nuff chat, you know you won't scrap

You ain't in that club ain't part of that pack

That’s fight club I ain’t seen u on that mat

Run raps

Won it by laps

100gbs of fire in my macs

100 degrees of fire in my tracks

100 green Z's of fire they white ash

I had to hunt down a silly don why what did he want

Did he dance wid the devil? Donny did he really front?

Did he run off he silly gums tryna be the don?

Did he dip do a runner anytime anytime he see me gone?

He went puff up in smoke it was wizzy wid a wand

Did he rlly wave it like he bruddas wid that **** Ron?

Think he jelly how I mad some money from the drilly song

Oi I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want, I want him dead

Shot on a premo fiddy one, off wid his head

Kill 'em on a keep on hittin' one is what I said

Really it should be a pitty one after he bled

But ain’t rlly on forgiving ones let’s go again

Deep that’s the level of the dent

Concave

Now I'll never yell again

You been messing wid my head

It's got perilous for a sec

I was unanimously in agreement wid myself it was definitely end up left

Deep that’s the level their stress

Beats flows levels are the best

Best greet wid benevolence, be blessed

Or I’ll meet them wid severance of flesh

And an elemental death

This that force of the ocean this wave trough ain't even seen a crest yuh nuh

All of my enemies are westerners

Cos I'm the best yuh nuh, certain man let jealousy ferment

All I see hella replicas

Dem man watch me an' lament

Stinking piff, can you tell a brudda "Roll dat"

Like an old lady wid her shopping I'ma hold dat

Or like all the money that I'm gettin I'ma fold that

All that little fee you rappers getting that's a throwback

Tell a oi twitter ain't where you get reply

I'ma catch him slippin' in the city or the seaside

Oh you tryna fake it till you make it, tryna be fly

You don't get a spud or get a wagwan beeroy