Globetrotterz - LUD FOE

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