Real Members (feat. G Herbo)

(It's Nell on the beat, nigga)

Boss

Young Jefe, holmes

Let's go

I just bought another vehicle, with the frog eyes

I don't really fuck with niggas, they ain't from our side

You know I'm a real member, bitch I got mob ties

Leader of them fuckin' Glizzys, could you hog tied

Ooh, lil' momma so fine, she hang with no time

Told her, it's time to hang it up, yeah, like a clothes line

Fuck her, she tell me "Don't stop," I guess it's go time

I go and run it down on your with the .45

Ballin' 'just like 23

Say she wanna stunt with me

Give her a lil' sample, I can't get this bitch from under me

Don't let nobody tell you, you can't be whatever you wanna be

I wanna be a nine figure nigga, and I'm gonna be

Scream that girl with fans, promise you they gon' remember me

I know some bomb-ass twins way down in Tennessee

Bitch I'm really him, I was with all of my enemies

She blew with the wind, couldn't let her kill my energy

Say what's poppin' dawg?

Better watch how you poppin' off

I'm with the gang, we got them switches on them Glocks and stuff

I love the gang because they always get the cops involved

Right now I'm in Malibu, with baddies playin' volley ball

I just bought another vehicle, with the frog eyes

I don't really fuck with niggas, they ain't from our side

You know I'm a real member, bitch I got mob ties

Leader of them fuckin' Glizzys, could you hog tied

Ooh, lil' momma so fine, she hang with no time

Told her, it's time to hang it up, yeah, like a clothes line

Fuck her, she tell me "Don't stop," I guess it's go time

I go and run it down on your with the .45

I'm gon' die a real nigga (you know that)

I don't tell no lies (no)

And I still tote .45's, fuck the opps from both sides

Thinking 'bout my shooter now

Know if I hit your line, talkin' war, you gon' slide (come on)

Fuck it, lead that dope life (skrr)

Feds all on my bro line, sayin' he got a coke line

But I'm doin' shows now, made a M like four times

Fuck around bein' in that Lamb, in that Rolls now

White, yellow, gold, and rose now

You should be like Herbo, he stay ten toes down

We cut no slack, so pussies' gettin' exposed now (fuck nigga)

I'm gettin' proposition, the labels gave me control now

And now we are dope, so ain't no explanation if you told

I can't fuck with you 'cause you fold

The shit we withhold it and I'm a soldier

I thought I told you, nigga

I just bought another vehicle, with the frog eyes

I don't really fuck with niggas, they ain't from our side

You know I'm a real member, bitch I got mob ties

Leader of them fuckin' Glizzys, could you hog tied

Ooh, lil' momma so fine, she hang with no time

Told her, it's time to hang it up, yeah, like a clothes line

Fuck her, she tell me "Don't stop," I guess it's go time

I go and run it down on your with the .45