Globetrotters Good Gas, BandGang Lonnie Bands & FKi 1st (Ft. GlockBoyz TeeJaee, OnFully & YSR Gramz)

[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 [?]
But we sell the dopе 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