can't tell

The virus known as Ferret Fever has been sweeping America It's been infecting the minds of youths and emptying their bank accounts on fuzzy paraphernalia Doctors recommend to stay home Oh wait, it's coming for me! Ahhh Huh, ok, huh F*ck! (ok) Let's go Bitch I can't tell where I got all of my style I can't tell you anything you'll probably put it all on file Man I'm sick of your shit, all your clothes they get nixed I be fly off this fever, man I'm too fucking sick Crazy how they wanna be me (that's just creepy) They wanna ball, they still fall, even though I'm playing sleepy Got a tail right by my hip all these lames don't wanna meet me They see me like I'm weird but it's swag that I be preaching I don't really know what other people they be seeing (yeah) Came in with a new sound, now I'm Geordie Greep-ing Putting out a new tape coaches use for teaching Washed him on his own tape, I know that boy he grieving (ok) This shit serious, end him like a period All these fucking drugs got me feeling so delirious Skating in the streets like I be in Fast and Furious I be picked first like Lamelo with the cherry, and They money imma carry it Biggest room, Marriott Chains up on my pants, when I walk in it's the scariest I done bought the penthouse I don't know what a ferry is I done moved to L.A., going West, like what Jerry is I can't even tell you where I got my swag I can't tell you where I got my tail I wag I be getting sick and this shit is not a fad I be ripping through these beats like I'm fucking Bash I can tell, I can tell You be fucking lame and I be like "oh well" I can't tell, I can't tell Gas me up some more like I'm fucking Shell