Globetrotters lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
n*gga, stop rappin' my life, n*gga
(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 sh*t, throwin' up the powder
Huh, I don't wanna break down sh*t, 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 f*ck up, you tellin' on yourself
I ain't lyin' like these lil' f*cks and everybody else
And they think I'm signed to Empire
Thеy don't know I got a [?]
But we sell the dopе at home, we ain't—
We ain't even gotta out-of-town it
My Flint n*ggas 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 f*cked up your stomach
You out here tryna keep up with n*ggas and f*cked up your money
That n*gga tried to slide on my block, I f*cked up his bumper
That Draco so damn loud, it sound like thunder
b*tch, I'm a real sack runner, I gotta thank my mother
I could f*ck this bad-ass b*tch and I ain't wear a rubber
You can't even trust your main mans 'cause n*ggas undercover
My n*gga out here catchin' free bodies, he a motherf*cker
I slap five with all of my n*ggas 'cause we blood brothers
I really ran through a lot of P's, I know the plug love me
[Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
n*ggas see me out, they call me Wack Jumper, confusin' me
Last time I shot a jumper, n*gga probably thought it was two of me
Glock 23 a semi, do it right, sound like a fully, B
The right n*gga 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 n*gga chain
Eighty percent of the n*ggas we beefin' with, don't know they name
My n*gga, I'll take the last shot from half like Dame
When them bullets hit a n*gga like a Sprite, it be game, n*gga
Feelin' like Mitch when he can't go [?]
[?] just listen
Man, I think we the only n*ggas 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 trap away, I ain't gon' talk about it
Reloaded that b*tch three times in one week like I was in the army
I be turning b*tches into freaks and they ain't never sorry
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 b*tch'll make him bounce off the porch, the Globetrotters back
You ain't get the sh*t, well, then rewind it back
I'm with my n*gga Gramz, we servin' grams up in LA
Think this b*tch was from New York, she hear this sh*t and Harlem Shake
I might up some lil' pape' on the 'Gram to motivate
But look, b*tch, that ain't the point, eat the di*k 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 sh*t, throwin' up the powder
Huh, I don't wanna break down sh*t, 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)