Heaterr lyrics

[Chorus: OsamaSon]
Count up, can’t stop myself
This b*tch don’t do nothin’ else
I’m pourin’ up, f*ck my health
Look at my fit, see the wealth
And we got sticks on the shelf
Told that b*tch, “f*ck someone else”
I pour a deuce, yeah, no D’usse
This b*tch wanna f*ck to my music
My slime shoots sh*t, gives a f*ck who hits
All red, n*gga 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’ n*gga, I never get nervous
I was rockin’ that sh*t, poppin’ that sh*t, 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 sh*t get annoying
Feds stay watching my sh*t, 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 f*cking 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, b*tch, 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 sh*t was me though
sl*ts in this freak 'mere

[Chorus: OsamaSon]
Count up, can’t stop myself
This b*tch don’t do nothin’ else
I’m pourin’ up, f*ck my health
Look at my fit, see the wealth
And we got sticks on the shelf
Told that b*tch, “f*ck someone else”
I pour a deuce, yeah, no D’usse
This b*tch wanna f*ck to my music
My slime shoots sh*t, gives a f*ck who hits
All red, n*gga 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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