[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 n***
I ride out and slide with Bruce
I ride out in my ones or twos
[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
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 2: Soze]
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 shit was a piss take
Do it again, that shit wouldn't have missed it
You don't want a madness, nuttin' like Mixtape
Numerous times, outnumbered
Still jump out putting holes in jumpers
Fuck up a opp boy's function
Don't punch man, just leave lungs punctured
Bad ones want loving and cuffing
She can get this dick 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
Pass that wap, let me show you how to use it
Show the opps it's realer than music
These bitches 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
[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
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