howie stern Lyrics

Damn Klam, this beat got me started

I don't own no designer but I want some Mihara

The way that I be shittin' on this beat, you think that I farted

And please don't text me, cause I am not respondin'

I got a recipe from Beau Osickey (sick sick)

I feel like Howard Stern cause these pussies so sickly

Too many germs you can't get to me

I done called honcho farms like "aye Jobe you got that pack for me?"

Fuck, I measured it out, I only got a Q

But I got 14 g's set aside for me up inside the room (I was lyin' to you)

Hm, hi I'm high as fuck, it's nice to meet you

You said you smoke up but you be lying out your teeth boo

You said you be hittin' plays and in the studio

Only play you hittin' is 2k Ricky Rubio

You said you be flipping packs and going door to door

Only pack you flipping is that fucking Wendy's four for four

Man, you really smell and you need a tooth

Feeling like I'm Howie Mandel, hangin' with Beetlejuice

Damn, I'm really cranked up like a bell (ah ring ring)

Damn, I'm really cranked up like a bell think I need a few

Starrski'll really pull up and kill if you need him to

I just sent three gummies through the mail to my Uncle Strew

Huh huh wait shit, yeah that's DS

I'ma slap you in your face Nate Diaz

Huh, huh, wait shit, I'm bout to earn again

I'm about to kick you in your chin, Tony Ferguson

Shout out to my twin, Guven, we'll run the world again

Lately I been feeling like the shit, I'ma turd again (poopie)

Holy shit, I'm the holy shit

I ain't got Ricks but I still got a harder fit (Mr. put it on)

You be taking half, I want all of it (huh)

You be going to class, instead I just skip that shit