Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Globetrotterz, artist - LUD FOE. Date of issue: 06.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Globetrotterz |
| Front me some dope, I cross you over like the Globetrotters |
| I’m in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles |
| Shit hit the fan, that nigga 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 |
| You’re outta luck, you better duck, I’ll blow your head off |
| You run off with that pack, my niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga, 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 fuck your bitch, 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 niggas, I hope I’m not offending you |
| You got your vest on but it’s not defending you |
| Pussy nigga 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 |
| Nigga let me talk my shit |
| And if you got a broke disease, go get you some vaccine |
| Front me some dope, I cross you over like the Globetrotters |
| I’m in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles |
| Shit hit the fan, that nigga 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 |
| I iced my neck up, my shit hit harder |
| I beat the trunk up, my shit hit harder |
| Smoke out the pound, make the blunt hit harder |
| You tote that nine bitch, my chopper hit harder |
| Kill more, huh, I hit the pussy harder |
| She call me daddy, like she is my daughter |
| We make this so fast, niggas 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 nigga’s bitch, she want a baller |
| Didn’t want your service anymore, you couldn’t afford her |
| Front me some dope, I cross you over like the Globetrotters |
| I’m in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles |
| Shit hit the fan, that nigga 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 |