Heaterr

[Chorus: OsamaSon] Count up, can’t stop myself This bitch don’t do nothin’ else I’m pourin’ up, fuck my health Look at my fit, see the wealth And we got sticks on the shelf Told that bitch, “Fuck someone else” I pour a deuce, yeah, no D’usse This bitch wanna fuck to my music My slime shoots shit, gives a fuck who hits All red, nigga pulled up to the bull pit Stacked up on the lean, got pools, I’m lit S.L to clean, gon' bite that curb Call my slime, red rum for the murder Bet that lil’ stick leaves your crew hurt [Verse 1: OsamaSon] I can shoot that stick, count up, pour up, lil’ nigga, I never get nervous I was rockin’ that shit, poppin’ that shit, my cup cost about four-thirty I know what you’re doing, I’ma get on your ass, like a bih, don’t worry [?,] yeah, lil boy Whip that lil’ Trackhawk like a toy Hella cups, and the bih stay pourin’ Bih actin’ like she never seen a foreign Bands keep poppin’, this shit get annoying Feds stay watching my shit, I don't know it I stay way too geeked up Ridin’ ‘round with that heater Chrome Heart glasses, see ya But I can’t fucking see ya, or be ya [Verse 2: Nettspend] (I don’t wanna be you, I don’t wanna be you) What? I was in the trap with— but I don’t wanna be ya Smoke me a pound, bitch, what do you wanna be, us? (Bass) I can call Lia, (Call her), I call that lil’ eater (Eat me) Made me feel my ego, I didn’t even know that shit was me though Sluts in this freak 'mere [Chorus: OsamaSon] Count up, can’t stop myself This bitch don’t do nothin’ else I’m pourin’ up, fuck my health Look at my fit, see the wealth And we got sticks on the shelf Told that bitch, “Fuck someone else” I pour a deuce, yeah, no D’usse This bitch wanna fuck to my music My slime shoots shit, gives a fuck who hits All red, nigga pulled up to the bull pit Stacked up on the lean, got pools, I’m lit S.L to clean, gon' bite that curb Call my slime, red rum for the murder Bet that lil’ stick leaves your crew hurt ​