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letra de globetrotters - good gas, bandgang lonnie bands & fki 1st

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 d-mn 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 d-mn 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 d-ck to conversate

[outro: bandgang lonnie bands]
for real
(1st done geeked it up)

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