Kame Up lyrics

[Intro: YSB OG]
(Trap Goth)
What, what
Young OG Kane in this b*tch
$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 n*gga
Yeah, yeah, we in the goth trap house, lil b*tch, 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 f*ck, 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 b*tch
$etta Gang, Goth Money, 2005 ( Trap Goth)
(Goth) I came up, I came up
We in the goth trap house, lil n*gga
Yeah, yeah we in the goth trap house, lil b*tch, 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 f*ck, 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 f*ck, 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 n*gga cooling out, smoking dope in the traphouse
Just riding boats, young n*gga, sip slow
Gotta get the money, boy, you already know
Pushing that V like pus*y, n*gga
I got Based God, and I'm cooking dinners
Kane with the winters, it's a cold world
sh*t, I'm just a born sinner, $etta Gang in this b*tch
For the next ten winters, I don't put my name in it
'Less I'm gon' get a percentage, rock rock sh*t
And my tour tee's vintage
It's a problem we can end it, my n*gga, I'm in it to win it
Like the mo'f*cking pennant, my n*gga, let's get it, let's get it
Yeah n*gga, 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 b*tch, thugged out for you n*ggas
Let's get it, squad

[Verse 2: Manelli]
I came up, I came up, Manelli in this sh*t
Magnum rubber on, how I came up in ya b*tch
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 f*ck 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, f*ck boy, they ain't necessary
Your dying day, is a call away
Put a hole in one, if a n*gga talking cray'
I'm walking money, I'm talking money
What that mean? b*tch, I'm getting paid
b*tch, I'm getting paid, b*tch, we getting paid
My n*gga Kane getting paid, Manelli getting paid
YZ getting paid, Dior getting paid
$etta Gang getting paid, Goth Money all day
[Verse 3: ?]
Same n*ggas but I'm on some different sh*t now
Either roll with the gang or get hit down
Stand up, n*gga, no, I can't sit down
Words like bullets, watch a n*gga spit rounds
I'm from the city of the land of the lost, n*gga
Where you either end up into buck or a corpse, n*gga
Guess we came a long way from being porch n*ggas
Now I need the gold Rollie and the Porsche, n*gga
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 n*gga 'bout to work out
All I know is that this sh*t about to work out
Young fly n*gga came from the dirt now
And the only thing I wanna see is growth now
b*tch, 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 f*ck, 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 f*ck, 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 n*gga, always smoking OG, count my stash pot
Real sh*t I won't stop, 'till I reach the f*cking 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, f*ck life sh*t sad as f*ck
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 f*cking [?], watch his body levitate
When he catch this chrome eight, to the face
Mom say I'm a dis, grace