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Kway Trips
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Rzo Munna (9th Street)
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9th Street the team b*t*h I don't rap love songs or that pain sh*t I wrap pebs and I take them kway trips Feds got man on cases Got me in cell with my crep, no laces Run a man out of his trainers Tryna put a mans face on the papers I'll do a opp, of course like quakers, OT with — I don't rap love songs or that pain sh*t I wrap pebs and I take them kway trips Feds got man on cases Got me in cell with my crep, no laces Run a man out of his trainers Tryna put a mans face on the papers I'll do a opp, of course like quakers OT with power, no rangers She wanna-she wanna be my chargy She just gave a drop, there's a opp in the dance Now I gotta invade this party Before I turned up it was dead, that ugh Bali's where I go get my charlie The zanka, before I take trips I bank up Frank up, just got tugged by the 'rales but I got away like mazza Now I'm back in the bando billin' it Just got a drop, there's a opp on block Now I'm outside drilling it Speak with your chest, stop talking that gibberish Bro tried throw me a Q of each, that's peak I told him I deal with bigger bits Wrap it on rizz and cling, get rid of it Step outside, this life I'm living it Bro tried throw me a ball of each, that's peak I told him I'll chop that to testers Fly OT, gotta do it with tekkers Don't come back 'till the hotline peppers Tell the young G if he puts in a shift Then does more than he's told, then he might get extras Then he might get a pay rise Trap hard, can't be like them lame guys Fly OT, no ride, check train times And do drills at the same time But right now it's pots and pans G1 gonna come lock these grams I hate it when I buck TSG vans P*ssed, I gotta pull up these pants Dash, remember where I stashed that pack And if I get away then I will come back I guess it's all apart of the trap But boo can you hold this pack? Ain't no way you can hold this cash And I ain't even tryna be rude OT with hard on me like a girl sent a n*** I ride out and slide with Bruce I ride out in my ones or twos I don't rap love songs or that pain sh*t I wrap pebs and I take them kway trips Feds got man on cases Got me in cell with my crep, no laces Run a man out of his trainers Tryna put a mans face on the papers I'll do a opp, of course like quakers OT with power, no rangers I don't rap love songs or that pain sh*t I wrap pebs and I take them kway trips Feds got man on cases Got me in cell with my crep, no laces Run a man out of his trainers Tryna put a mans face on the papers I'll do a opp, of course like quakers OT with power, no rangers Feds got man on a next case Go to your block and I shoot like Pressplay Then come back on the next day Do it again, then back to my estates Free 90, that sh*t was a p*ss take Do it again, that sh*t wouldn't have missed it You don't want a madness, nuttin' like Mixtape Numerous times, outnumbered Still jump out putting holes in jumpers F**k up a opp boy's function Don't punch man, just leave lungs punctured Bad ones want loving and cuffing She can get this d**k then nothing I'm on opp block hunting, not scuffing No one's around, I'm huffing and puffing Man can't talk 'bout ride outs Man ride out and end discussions Michael Jackson, twist up your neck Back this dots, twist up your leg Buck that corner, slap this corn off Got my opps all twis' up again Figure of ten, that don't mean I hit it again Traphouse hot, I think it's watched But I'm back in it again Just stepped out of the hoopty, got that drop Now I'm back in it again Feds want a million men Don't be stupid, my bro back out his ting and abuse it Pa** that wap, let me show you how to use it Show the opps it's realer than music These b*t*hes love Soze, they see Soze, then lose it Don't watch me you eediat 90 back out a stick and beat it Make man curl like Keenan Opp block creeping, real gun leaning OT, let's get sweeping Jump out hooptys, see man breezing I don't rap love songs or that pain sh*t I wrap pebs and I take them kway trips Feds got man on cases Got me in cell with my crep, no laces Run a man out of his trainers Tryna put a mans face on the papers I'll do a opp, of course like quakers OT with power, no rangers I don't rap love songs or that pain sh*t I wrap pebs and I take them kway trips Feds got man on cases Got me in cell with my crep, no laces Run a man out of his trainers Tryna put a mans face on the papers I'll do a opp, of course like quakers OT with power, no rangers
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