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Lud Foe

"Globetrotterz"

[Chorus]
Front me some dope, I cross you over like the Globetrotters
I'm in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles
sh*t hit the fan, that n*gga snitched, he couldn't hold water
I get the Pyrex and fill it with some cold water
These forty-five bullets shake like a teeter-totter
I got my son drinking milk out a Gucci bottle
After the drive-by, that car smelled like gunpowder
Aim at your top, crack you open like a sunflower

[Verse 1]
You're outta luck, you better duck, I'll blow your head off
You run off with that pack, my n*ggas cut your legs off
Slept with the money, it took an hour to clean the bed off
I'm in my low-low, I'm tryna throw the feds off
These n*ggas characters, all actors, and DW's
I'm just a pistol toter, duckin' you, you W's
I sipped some dope, it have me high up off the residue
Think you's a big n*gga, don't make my chopper measure you
They took you in investigation room and pressured you
They must've knew that you would fold, yeah, they pressured you
I couldn't f*ck your b*tch, I had a busy schedule
These VVS's make my wrist look like a swimming pool
You better find the exit 'fore them bullets enter you
This for them broke n*ggas, I hope I'm not offending you
You got your vest on but it's not defending you
pus*y n*gga dissin' me, you down for me to mental you
My trap house loaded up, with dope fiends
New crib, fill it up, with Flash Gang
n*gga let me talk my sh*t
And if you got a broke disease, go get you some vaccine

[Chorus]
Front me some dope, I cross you over like the Globetrotters
I'm in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles
sh*t hit the fan, that n*gga snitched, he couldn't hold water
I get the Pyrex and fill it with some cold water
These forty-five bullets shake like a teeter-totter
I got my son drinking milk out a Gucci bottle
After the drive-by, that car smelled like gunpowder
Aim at your top, crack you open like a sunflower

[Verse 2]
I iced my neck up, my sh*t hit harder
I beat the trunk up, my sh*t hit harder
Smoke out the pound, make the blunt hit harder
You tote that nine b*tch, my chopper hit harder
Kill more [?], huh, I hit the pus*y harder
She call me daddy, like she is my daughter
We make this so fast, n*ggas hate harder
I need my old school dunk, Vince Carter
It got that deep dish, paint mascara
I put some Forgies on it, now it's much taller
Just took a broke n*gga's b*tch, she want a baller
Didn't want your service anymore, you couldn't afford her

[Chorus]
Front me some dope, I cross you over like the Globetrotters
I'm in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles
sh*t hit the fan, that n*gga snitched, he couldn't hold water
I get the Pyrex and fill it with some cold water
These forty-five bullets shake like a teeter-totter
I got my son drinking milk out a Gucci bottle
After the drive-by, that car smelled like gunpowder
Aim at your top, crack you open like a sunflower

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