[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
N***a, stop rappin' my life, n***a
(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 n***as 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 n***as and fucked up your money
That n***a 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 n***as undercover
My n***a out here catchin' free bodies, he a motherfucker
I slap five with all of my n***as 'cause we blood brothers
I really ran through a lot of P's, I know the plug love me
[Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
N***as see me out, they call me Wack Jumper, confusin' me
Last time I shot a jumper, n***a probably thought it was two of me
Glock 23 a semi, do it right, sound like a fully, B
The right n***a 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***a chain
Eighty percent of the n***as we beefin' with, don't know they name
My n***a, I'll take the last shot from half like Dame
When them bullets hit a n***a like a Sprite, it be game, n***a
Feelin' like Mitch when he can't go [?]
[?] just listen
Man, I think we the only n***as 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 bitch three times in one week like I was in the army
I be turning bitches 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 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 n***a 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)