Globetrotters

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Nigga, stop rappin' my life, nigga (1st done geeked it up) [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hey, put one up in your cap, now you a scholar Ayy, put one up in your rim, Globetrotter, huh I'll take you on a field trip, twenty-four hours I be on my King James shit, throwin' up the powder Huh, I don't wanna break down shit, boy, I sell 'em whole But don't think I won't hit the kitchen, get my cookin' on, huh Hit it two, three times, we finna run a zone I just pray I don't get indicted off one of my songs [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Lonnie, shut the fuck up, you tellin' on yourself I ain't lyin' like these lil' fucks and everybody else And they think I'm signed to Empire Thеy don't know I got a meth road, call it bale town But we sеll the dope at home, we ain't— We ain't even gotta out-of-town it My Flint niggas give me four thousand for them ounces I can't make this up We paid fifty for a brick, but got a hundred-some [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] I paid two for the 'bows, sell for forty-somethin' I ain't even posted at the crib, my block more than jumpin' You just paid a high for that drank, it fucked up your stomach You out here tryna keep up with niggas and fucked up your money That nigga tried to slide on my block, I fucked up his bumper That Draco so damn loud, it sound like thunder Bitch, I'm a real sack runner, I gotta thank my mother I could fuck this bad-ass bitch and I ain't wear a rubber You can't even trust your main mans 'cause niggas undercover My nigga out here catchin' free bodies, he a motherfucker I slap five with all of my niggas 'cause we blood brothers I really ran through a lot of P's, I know the plug love me [Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Niggas see me out, they call me Wack Jumper, confusin' me Last time I shot a jumper, nigga probably thought it was two of me Glock 23 a semi, do it right, sound like a fully, B The right nigga got the gun, when it go down, it be an R.I.P. (C'mon) I ain't gon' lie, I'm tryna take a nigga chain Eighty percent of the niggas we beefin' with don't know they name My nigga, I'll take the last shot from half like Dame When them bullets hit a nigga like a Sprite, it be game, nigga Feelin' like Mitch when he can't go BBS his free top Once the second bid, he still ain't in there? Just listen Man, I think we the only niggas in these streets and still recordin' records I come around sendin' them shots, I ain't sendin' no message I damn near had to give the last strap away (Come on), I ain't gon' talk about it Reloaded that bitch three times in one week like I was in the army I be turning bitches into freaks and they ain't never saw me Quit hoopin' in high school, but shooting still a hobby [Verse 4: OnFully] This K give him windchill, ain't talkin' Chiraq Thought he was on tether, spooked his ass, ain't leave the house yet This bitch'll make him bounce off the porch, the Globetrotters back You ain't get the shit, well, then rewind it back I'm with my nigga Gramz, we servin' grams up in LA Think this bitch was from New York, she hear this shit and Harlem Shake I might up some lil' pape' on the 'Gram to motivate But look, bitch, that ain't the point, eat the dick to conversate [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hey, put one up in your cap, now you a scholar Ayy, put one up in your rim, Globetrotter, huh I'll take you on a field trip, twenty-four hours I be on my King James shit, throwin' up the powder Huh, I don't wanna break down shit, boy, I sell 'em whole But don't think I won't hit the kitchen, get my cookin' on [Outro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] For real (1st done geeked it up)