Goth Season lyrics

[Intro]
sh*t, lemme count all these blue hunneds up though right quick
Y'all n*ggas know what time it is, man
You know, we pulled up in that bih
Ayy, Ferraris
Hopped out, I’m piped up
Taliban, yah
Goth Season, yah

[Verse]
Shout out to my n*gga Doe, he just got out
Yah, yah, we got clout
CHXPO, Kray, them my partners, aye
Getting money, yah, I'm so proper
I feel like a cracker, the way my swag be on point
Purrpy n*gga, come through, smoke da joint
Like Bob Marley, stay dolo Rollin
Hella loud, f*ck Rolling Loud
Shoot up Rolling Loud with a f*cking pistol
Dark side, Grim Reaper with the pistol
No talking, just pulling up, wet you
Shoot your tour bus up, n*gga, I won't forget you
See that n*gga, kill that n*gga and they partner
You already know, shout out to Opa-locka
Shout out to the city and the sub
Zone 4 to Zone 3, what is up?
Zone 1, Westside of, Atla-anta
You already know, delivers just like Santa
Ayy, money coming up
Ayy, I don't give a f*ck
Count it, count it, count it, count it, count it
Count it, count it, count it, count it, count it
Ayy, ayy, ayy, she popping pus*y for me
Ayy, and you know I just
Count it, count it, count it, count it, ayy
Count it, count it, count it, count it, ayy
Big money up, got big money up
Hella money yuh, yeah you know I love to
Count it, big big stacks, big dough
And you know I'ma f*cking big dog
Swag is ahead of time, ahead of f*cking time
Blackland 2, yeah, you know it's
My f*cking time to sh*t on y'all
sh*t on my haters, I ball
b*tch, I'm doing me, I stay doing me
All these b*tches love me, yeah, they want me
Suck my di*k, b*tch, she hella thick
Pull up in a mansion in a foreign whip
I'ma real n*gga, man, I'ma trill n*gga
R.I.P. to Pimp C, that's a real n*gga
Took over the game, six years
You already know real, shed tears, ayy
I'ma real n*gga, yeah, I'ma real n*gga, ayy
I don't give a f*ck, getting money, I
Count it, count it, count it, count it, throwin bands
Throwin bands, count it, yeah, I'm the man
Disrespect me, I'll have you on the news
Yeah, I'll knock you out your shoes, ayy
Got the K and we strapped like the Taliban, aye