I don't steal from motherfuckers, I ain't saying I got: "Stans"
Nah, motherfucker, This shit start with Jan
And it ends with ice, though it's not on my neck
I got thirty-five karats pointed at my fuckin' head
He's buggin', "I ain't tripping", itch himself like the bed
Is infested with pesticides to get rid of seconds
From the bed bugs I let loose, dirty ass lyrics
I don't got a single song where I ain't talkin' 'bout boof
But my shit so white it'll make your fuckin' hair itch
Better watch all the lice on yo' roof
Got a screw loose, my excuse for being Phillips
Three lines down and I turn into a leaf, inanimatе
My dawg turned to a pooch