Kame Up

[Chorus]
Trap Goth
Young OG Kane in this bitch
$etta Gang, Goth Money, 2005
Goth, Goth, Goth Money Records
Came up, I came up
We in the goth trap house lil nigga
Yeah, yeah we in the goth trap house lil bitch what it do
Yeah
I came up, in that goth trap house, woah
With the Macs, iced out, drugs on the table like
Take out, don't, give no fuck, what you gotta say now
Please get out my way now, 'fore I shoot this K round
Trap Goth
Young OG Kane in this bitch
$etta Gang, Goth Money, 2005
Goth, Goth, Goth Money Records
Came up, I came up
We in the goth trap house lil nigga
Yeah, yeah we in the goth trap house lil bitch what it do
Yeah
I came up, in that goth trap house, woah
With the Macs, iced out, drugs on the table like
Take out, don't, give no fuck, what you gotta say now
Please get out my way now, 'fore I shoot this K round
Everybody get sprayed down
I came up, in this goth trap house
With the Macs iced out, drugs on the table like
Take out, don't, give a fuck, what you gotta say now
Please get out my way now, 'fore I shoot this K round
Everybody getting sprayed down
I came up in that goth trap house

[Verse 1: Young D.I]
Young nigga cooling out smoking dope in the traphouse
Just riding boats, young nigga, sip slow
Gotta get the money boy you already know
Pushing that V like pussy nigga
I got Based God, and I'm cooking dinners
Kane with the winters, it's a cold world
Shit I'm just a born sinner, $etta Gang in this bitch
For the next 10 winters, I don't put my name in it
'Less I'm gonn' get a percentage, rock rock shit
And my tour tee's vintage
It's a problem we can end it, my nigga I'm in it to win it
Like the mo'fucking pennant, my nigga lets get it lets get it
Yeah nigga lets get it
I done came up, you stayed down, on the block doing take downs
You don't wanna feel that K around, nah
Gang, $etta Gang, Young D.I
Kane in this bitch, thugged out for you niggas
Lets get it, squad

[Verse 2: Manelli]
I came up, I came up, Manelli in this shit
Magnum rubber on, how I came up in ya bitch
Work all night like a 10-6, trap steady jumping it don't stop
See that paid on my knuckles put the money in my hand
Before the chopper fuck around and hit you and your man
Put your body where you stand, I hope its understood
Yeah I live by any means to get my mama out the hood
That's the necessary necessary, don't take it there
Nah, fuckboy they ain't necessary
Your dying day, is a call away
Put a hole in one, if a nigga talking cray'
I'm walking money, I'm talking money
What that mean? Bitch I'm getting paid
Bitch I'm getting paid, bitch we getting paid
My nigga Kane getting paid, Manelli getting paid
YZ getting paid, Dior getting paid
$etta Gang getting paid, Goth Money all day

[Verse 3: ?]
Same niggas but I'm on some different shit now
Either roll with the gang or get hit down
Stand up nigga no I can't sit down
Words like bullets watch a nigga spit rounds
I'm from the city of the land of the lost nigga
Where you either end up into buck or a corpse nigga
Guess we came a long way from being porch niggas
Now I need the gold Rollie and the Porsche nigga
Marcus Garvey when I show up at the after party
Wait there I go getting too deep with it
Alexander Wang sweat ion need denim
Japanese threads with some sheep with me
Bowflex like a nigga 'bout to work out
All I know is that this shit about to work out
Young fly nigga came from the dirt now
And the only thing I wanna see is growth now
Bitch, yeah, yeah, lets get it

[Chorus: YSB OG]
I came up, in that goth trap house, woah
With the Macs, iced out, drugs on the table like
Take out, don't, give no fuck, what you gotta say now
Please get out my way now, 'fore I shoot this K round
Everybody get sprayed down
I came up, in that goth trap house, woah
With the Macs, iced out, drugs on the table like
Take out, don't, give no fuck, what you gotta say now
Please get out my way now, 'fore I shoot this K round
Everybody get sprayed down
I came up, in that goth trap house, woah

[Verse 4: YSB OG]
I came up, in that goth trap house, woah
Young nigga, always smoking OG, count my stash pot
Real shit I won't stop, 'till I reach the fucking top
Climbing up this ladder and I never fall down
Always pick myself up, always keep my head up
Can't get caught lackin' in the field or you gonn' be dead bruh
I swear to God ion wanna jugg, fuck life shit sad as fuck
So hard, when you got your brothers to, help you up
Lone ranger in the range, by myself I'm hitting stangs
Smoking OG to the brain, so my mind can elevate
Pop a pill and fucking [?], watch his body levitate
When he catch this chrome eight, to the face
Mom say I'm a dis, grace