[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, n***a 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***a, 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, n***a 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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