Goth Season

Lyrics

[Intro] Shit, lemme count all these blue hunneds up though right quick Y'all niggas know what time it is, man You know, we pulled up in that bih Ayy, Ferraris Hopped out, I'm piped up Al-Qaeda, Taliban, yah Goth Season, yah [Verse] Shout out to my nigga 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 nigga, come through, smoke da joint Like Bob Marley, stay dolo Rollin Hella loud, fuck Rolling Loud Shoot up Rolling Loud with a fucking pistol Dark side, Grim Reaper with the pistol No talking, just pulling up, wet you Shoot your tour bus up, nigga, I won't forget you See that nigga, kill that nigga 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 fuck 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 pussy 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 fucking big dog Swag is ahead of time, ahead of fucking time Blackland 2, yeah, you know it's My fucking time to shit on y'all Shit on my haters, I ball Bitch, I'm doing me, I stay doing me All these bitches love me, yeah, they want me Suck my dick, bitch, she hella thick Pull up in a mansion in a foreign whip I'ma real nigga, man, I'ma trill nigga R.I.P. to Pimp C, that's a real nigga Took over the game, six years You already know real, shed tears, ayy I'ma real nigga, yeah, I'ma real nigga, ayy I don't give a fuck, 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