Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Members, artist - Shy Glizzy. Date of issue: 16.09.2020
Song language: English
Real Members |
| Boss |
| Young Jefe Holmes |
| Let’s go |
| I just bought another vehicule, with the frog eyes |
| I don’t really fuck with niggas, they ain’t from my side |
| You know I’m a real member, bitch I got mob ties |
| Leader of them fuckin' Glizzys, could you off top |
| Ooh lil' momma so fine, she hang with no time |
| 'Til it’s time to hang it up, yeah like a close line |
| Fuck her, she tell me «Don't stop», I guess it’s go time |
| I’m gon and run it down on your with the four-five |
| Ballin' 'til like twenty-three |
| Say she wanna stunt with me |
| Give 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, promise you they gon' remember me |
| I know some bum ass, down in Tennessee |
| Bitch I’m really him, I was all my enemies |
| She blew with the wink, my energy |
| Say what’s poppin' dawg? |
| Better watch how you poppin' off |
| I’m with the gang, we got the switches on them Glocks and stuff |
| I love the gang because they always get the cops involved |
| Now I’m in Malibu, a baddest on Valley |
| I just bought another vehicule, with the frog eyes |
| I don’t really fuck with niggas, they ain’t from my side |
| You know I’m a real member, bitch I got mob ties |
| Leader of them fuckin' Glizzys, could you off top |
| Ooh lil' momma so fine, she hang with no time |
| 'Til it’s time to hang it up, yeah like a close line |
| Fuck her, she tell me «Don't stop», I guess it’s go time |
| I’m gon and run it down on your with the four-five |
| I’m gon' die a real nigga (You know that) |
| I don’t tell no lies (No) |
| And I still tote four-five'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) |
| Fuckin' leader of dope boys (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 |
| Wild, young, golden 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 and I’m a soldier |
| I thought I told you, nigga |
| I just bought another vehicule, with the frog eyes |
| I don’t really fuck with niggas, they ain’t from my side |
| You know I’m a real member, bitch I got mob ties |
| Leader of them fuckin' Glizzys, could you off top |
| Ooh lil' momma so fine, she hang with no time |
| 'Til it’s time to hang it up, yeah like a close line |
| Fuck her, she tell me «Don't stop», I guess it’s go time |
| I’m gon and run it down on your with the four-five |