ฟังเพลงMembers Only

Song: Members Only

Artist: EST Gee

Lyrics: Royce Monroe, Dubba-AA, Greedy Money & 42 Dugg

(This is Greedy Money)

(Dubba-AA flexin')

Lame niggas wanna hang with us but ain't bang with us

Slang with us, hanging out the window with them things with us

Gang members, real pain-givers like a train hit 'em

Fuck the game up, me and my niggas ran a train in it

Why they playing with us? They know EST the big mob

Gave so many blues to you, they slide throwing crip signs (This Is The Sound)

Pill poppin', if I did stop then I'd miss Quan

55 Zoski shooting drive, we ain't scared to die

Casey seen me laid up, made me cry, thought I lost my eye

I don't care who with 'em in that ride, everybody die

You ain't one of mine, a thousand on his mind a hundred timеs

He be lying, he ain't outsidе, popping shit on live

Big slime, I'ma give a dime up for the location

Niggas hoes, we gon' tote these poles, fuck probation

Thug nigga hate them blood nigga, still a cuz killer

Drug dealer full of 35, we gon' buy him out

Made my first M with CMG, like, "What you buy now?"

All-white, I rock Off White, bitch, that's stock price

Bad bitches spend they last with me, ain't never had one

Thirty bricks for thirty-three a piece, I'm tryna grab one

I'm the bad son, mama say she still love me though

Cameras in the bedroom, it's hard for me to trust these hoes

Fuck these bows, I done seen a ticket selling bricks, nigga

How you serving fiends? Bitch, I only sell to rich niggas

Ass-kissing, baby, keep it pushing, I ain't your last nigga

Fast whips, damn near hit the car, I'm tryna stash shit

Past tense, I got a driver now, but even he know

I keep that nickel on me, so if they whoop me, nigga, keep going

, I'm like T. Owens

Free yours and free mine

Gotti fightin' a body, bitch, I hope you beat it three times

You fail, we gon' keep trying

Quez been sliding, 'til something killed, he gon' keep sliding

Five double-murders, doggy damn near got a graveyard

Shoutout to the prosecutor, that's the one who saved y'all

Bitch, I'm like, "Who raised y'all?" I don't need no days off

I pick up when that pape' call, bitch

Yeah, weak dog, fentanyl involved, make the H strong

Making plays how I made my name, it ain't take long

Droplets of vanilla in my Tech to set the taste off

Pull off make me wait long, I ain't no sitting duck

Second run from scoring with that ice like a hockey puck

If you wanna get down, you gotta sacrifice your life to us

Niggas in that field wearing wires like they mic-ing up

Lackin' got yo' peoples' noodle touched, y'all need to tighten up

We gon' get this money, give a fuck 'bout niggas liking us

Ain't no winning fights with us, you know that we gon' light it up

You better have your pipe or something, you must wanna lose your life or something

Whipping, all niggas work they wrists like they writing something

I brought all my dawgs into that huddle like I'm Mike or something

Police found a face inside a puddle of your lifeless buddy

Better have your head on a swivel while in traffic

Gangster everywhere except my casket

I'm a made man if an opp nigga asking

With traps in every side county close except for Radcliffe, nigga