Count Up lyrics

[Verse: Lil Goat & Ralan Styles]
One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two, I can't f*ck with shorty if she run through, uh
Three, four, three, four, ask her ''Where the weed go?''
Got two b*tches, need three mo', uh
Five, six, five, six, five, six, five, six, I can't put my di*k inside a dry b*tch, uh
Seven, eight, seven, eight, he about to levitate
I'mma send his soul to the heaven gates, uh
Nine, ten, nine, ten, brand new Coupe
I'm slidin', shorty got a fine friend, ouh
Eleven, twelve, eleven, twelve, knew that I would never fail
Talk my sh*t, I do it very well, uh
Thirteen, fourteen, yo' b*tch adore me
First class flights I'm boardin', uh
Fifteen, sixteen, all I know is get cream
Gotta watch my life from the big screen, uh
Seventeen, eighteen, know my b*tch is crazy
I don't wanna shorty who gon' play me, hey
Nineteen, twenty, nineteen, twenty, when it comes to hoes, I get plenty, uh
Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-one, twenty-two, I'ma hit my n*ggas to get rid of you
Twenty-three, twenty-four, she like ''Where we finna go?''
I'ma buy her ticket to the liquor store, uh
Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-five, twenty-six, all my n*ggas ride around with plenty sticks
Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, take her on a dinner date
Told her she can order her as many steaks, uh
Twenty-nine, thirty, twenty-nine, thirty, on her whole lip like a herpe, uh
Thirty-one, thirty-two, I'm about to murder you
Then toss my hat like Shmurda do, uh
Thirty-three, Thirty-four, shorty is a dirty whore
So I had to f*ck her on a dirty floor, uh
Thirty-five, thirty-six, yeah, I had to curve the b*tch
Whole gang pullin' up with dirty sticks, uh
Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, shorty suck my di*k before my flight I pulled up and it almost made me late, uh
Thirty-nine, forty, b*tch, don't record me
When I'm in your house I Corey, uh