Kame Up

Lyrics

[Intro: YSB OG] (Trap Goth) What, what Young OG Kane in this bitch $etta Gang, Goth Money, 2005 (Goth) (Goth, Goth, Goth Money Records) I came up, I came up (Goth) 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 (Goth) With the Macs, iced out, drugs on the table like (Trap) Take out, don't, give no fuck, what you gotta say now Please get out my way now, 'fore I shoot this K round What, what (Goth) Young OG Kane in this bitch $etta Gang, Goth Money, 2005 ( Trap Goth) (Goth) I 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 (Goth) [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 (Goth) Everybody get sprayed down I came up, in this goth trap house (Woah) 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 ten winters, I don't put my name in it 'Less I'm gon' 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, let's get it, let's get it Yeah nigga, let's 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 Let's 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 to 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, fuck boy, 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, I don't 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 Let's 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