Heater
Gotta sit by The heater
My heart getting colder
Everyday life exposing these fakes
Lookin' over my shoulder
I'm gettin' older
The pack getting louder
I'm with a white bitch and
She keep on saying
Blvv I want some powder
Aye blvv
What was you sayin'
What
What was you sayin'
Huh
I said I ain't fucking with hoes no more
Because they be playin' ya
I said that I'm cutting yo ass off
Because you a snake bitch
What
I'm tryna get in my bag for real
I'm moving real fast make you look like a snail
Must have seen a ghost
Cause you lookin' real pale
I pulled up to your house
Like we come in the mail
Cappin' on Twitter
Why you tucking your tail
I was told a lil tale
That you tell
Guess it's real
Oh well
Bounce back
Till the day I prevail
Y'all bitches are boring and crusty
You stale
You lie to my face
Karma put you through
I'm on the rise bitch
I did it myself
In the club
Yeah
All types of crazy colors
Mamas mixed
So I'm all kinds of crazy wonders
Smokin' muddy blunts
Cops tryna pull us over
Downtown Bako Boys
With the shit
Y'all better take some cover
Gotta sit by The heater
My heart getting colder
Everyday life exposing these fakes
Lookin' over my shoulder
I'm gettin' older
The pack getting louder
I'm with a white bitch and
She keep on saying
Blvv I want some powder
Gotta sit by The heater
My heart getting colder
Everyday life exposing these fakes
Lookin' over my shoulder
I'm gettin' older
The pack getting louder
I'm with a white bitch and
She keep on saying
Blvv I want some powder
My heart getting colder
Everyday life exposing these fakes
Lookin' over my shoulder
I'm gettin' older
The pack getting louder
I'm with a white bitch and
She keep on saying
Blvv I want some powder
Aye blvv
What was you sayin'
What
What was you sayin'
Huh
I said I ain't fucking with hoes no more
Because they be playin' ya
I said that I'm cutting yo ass off
Because you a snake bitch
What
I'm tryna get in my bag for real
I'm moving real fast make you look like a snail
Must have seen a ghost
Cause you lookin' real pale
I pulled up to your house
Like we come in the mail
Cappin' on Twitter
Why you tucking your tail
I was told a lil tale
That you tell
Guess it's real
Oh well
Bounce back
Till the day I prevail
Y'all bitches are boring and crusty
You stale
You lie to my face
Karma put you through
I'm on the rise bitch
I did it myself
In the club
Yeah
All types of crazy colors
Mamas mixed
So I'm all kinds of crazy wonders
Smokin' muddy blunts
Cops tryna pull us over
Downtown Bako Boys
With the shit
Y'all better take some cover
Gotta sit by The heater
My heart getting colder
Everyday life exposing these fakes
Lookin' over my shoulder
I'm gettin' older
The pack getting louder
I'm with a white bitch and
She keep on saying
Blvv I want some powder
Gotta sit by The heater
My heart getting colder
Everyday life exposing these fakes
Lookin' over my shoulder
I'm gettin' older
The pack getting louder
I'm with a white bitch and
She keep on saying
Blvv I want some powder
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Lovell
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