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

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