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Trap Goth Young OG Kane in this b*t*h $etta Gang, Goth Money, 2005 Goth, Goth, Goth Money Records Came up, I came up We in the goth trap house lil n***a Yeah, yeah we in the goth trap house lil b*t*h 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 f**k, what you gotta say now Please get out my way now, 'fore I shoot this K round Trap Goth Young OG Kane in this b*t*h $etta Gang, Goth Money, 2005 Goth, Goth, Goth Money Records Came up, I came up We in the goth trap house lil n***a Yeah, yeah we in the goth trap house lil b*t*h 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 f**k, 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 f**k, 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 Young n***a cooling out smoking dope in the traphouse Just riding boats, young n***a, sip slow Gotta get the money boy you already know Pushing that V like pu**y n***a 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*t*h For the next 10 winters, I don't put my name in it 'Less I'm gonn' get a percentage, rock rock sh*t And my tour tee's vintage It's a problem we can end it, my n***a I'm in it to win it Like the mo'f**king pennant, my n***a lets get it lets get it Yeah n***a 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 b*t*h, thugged out for you n***as Lets get it, squad I came up, I came up, Manelli in this sh*t Magnum rubber on, how I came up in ya b*t*h 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 f**k 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**kboy they ain't necessary Your dying day, is a call away Put a hole in one, if a n***a talking cray' I'm walking money, I'm talking money What that mean? b*t*h I'm getting paid b*t*h I'm getting paid, b*t*h we getting paid My n***a Kane getting paid, Manelli getting paid YZ getting paid, Dior getting paid $etta Gang getting paid, Goth Money all day Same n***as but I'm on some different sh*t now Either roll with the gang or get hit down Stand up n***a no I can't sit down Words like bullets watch a n***a spit rounds I'm from the city of the land of the lost n***a Where you either end up into buck or a corpse n***a Guess we came a long way from being porch n***as Now I need the gold Rollie and the Porsche n***a 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 n***a 'bout to work out All I know is that this sh*t about to work out Young fly n***a came from the dirt now And the only thing I wanna see is growth now b*t*h, yeah, yeah, lets get it 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**k, 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**k, 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 I came up, in that goth trap house, woah Young n***a, always smoking OG, count my stash pot Real sh*t I won't stop, 'till I reach the f**king 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**k life sh*t sad as f**k 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**king [?], watch his body levitate When he catch this chrome eight, to the face Mom say I'm a dis, grace
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