Pied Piper Lyrics

I like the algorithm cause I'm Pied Piper

I'm Pied Piper

I'm Pied Piper

I'm Pied Piper

Send them photos to my hooli phone through the Pied Piper

Pi-Pied Piper

Pi-Pi-Pi-Pied Piper

Pay that piper, put pretty penny where your mouth be

They been searchin' all up on the web

And never found me

How we, tell me

How that pixelation got you in a drought

I'mma fix the algorithm, bring these doggy-faces out

Ooh

Show em where to find a devil in digital

It's the son of Anton, in the flesh and the physical

Got the world screamin', Suck it Jian Yang

You a pussy, and a lame

Got a problem with me, say it to my face

Take a whiff, get a taste

Wanna sample, get a plate

I'mma air this bitch out like I'm Kid Rock on the stage

Hey, wait

Like I'm Jian Yang, with the gold fangs

Like Dinesh, with the gold chain

If you can't hang

Like I'm Richard Hendricks with the smart brain

Cause I want fame

With the same team

We been reachin' for the same dreams

Like I'm Erlich trippin' on some mushrooms

I feel like Gavin Belson when I watch you

I let Monica do what she want to

Like I'm Jared, I stay in the back room

You bitch made fuck

You're all just stuck

You can go get fucked

Cause you're short on luck

I said, bitch made fuck

You're all just stuck

You can go get fucked

Cause you're short on luck

This is never over

I like the algorithm cause I'm Pied Piper

I'm Pied Piper

I'm Pied Piper

I'm Pied Piper

Send them photos to my hooli phone through the Pied Piper

Pi-Pied Piper

Pi-Pi-Pi-Pied Piper