Kway Trips 9th Street (Ft. Rzo Munna & Soze (9th Street))
"Kway Trips - 9th Street" (Ft. Rzo Munna & Soze) is a hip-hop track from 2023, exploring themes of urban life, resilience, and community. The lyrics reflect personal experiences and struggles, emphasizing loyalty and ambition. Unique beats and rhythmic flows enhance its appeal, resonating with listeners in contemporary street culture. #HipHop
[Intro]
9th Street the team bitch
I don't rap love songs or that pain shit
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 —
[Chorus: Soze]
I don't rap love songs or that pain shit
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
[Verse 1: Rzo Munna]
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
Pissed, 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 nude
I ride out and slide with Bruce
I ride out in my ones or twos
9th Street the team bitch
I don't rap love songs or that pain shit
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 —
[Chorus: Soze]
I don't rap love songs or that pain shit
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
[Verse 1: Rzo Munna]
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
Pissed, 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 nude
I ride out and slide with Bruce
I ride out in my ones or twos
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