Letra de 'Members Only (feat. ZAYEL)' de YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA YoungBoy)

Ayy, look
(This Vade on the keys)

Strapped up everyday, I used to go to school with it
Teachers and the principles thought mama'nem was cool with it
I was duckin' truancy, know what y'all wanna do with me
Lock me up without the key and confiscate my jewelry
Fuck that, I ain't goin' out or goin' down today
We strapped so I'ma kick, and plus, the beehive a mile away
Duck tape, the gage'll saw a nigga head off
Called him up in county, had to send his ass to med call
Ayy, she gave me head like a hedgehog
O. T., just got a T, deal was a good call
Quarterbackin', goin' long like Brett Favrе
We in Miami, back to back up in foreign cars
'Bout YB featurе, Queen Latifah, we gon' set it off
I ain't no preacher, but I'll teach you how to get it off
I ain't no, I get to spazzin' off that alcohol
I got this pokey and this pokey hangin' out my drawers

Alright, alright, alright, alright
Bad bitches love rich members only
Alright (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Real members fuck with real members only
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(What you talkin' 'bout?)
Real bitches love Real niggas only
Alright, alright, alright, alright (Let's talk, nigga)
And, bad bitches love rich members only

Break your window, Glock tucked in my waist, I'm comin' through with it
Goin' inside my neighbour house, they think my uncle cool with it
All these niggas foolery, these people plan on ruinin' me
Stolen Glock with a beam on it, don't tell me what to do with this, I bust shit
Love them deeply, now, my pain, I'm stuck with it
Been through a lot for this jewelry, I'm shinin' hard, you better not touch this
I can tell you, I ain't the one to fuck with, this shit get bloody, boy
Rolls-Royce, I remember, I used to ride around in them stolen cars
Cop shit, don't run and tell the Feds, they know I knock shit (Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm)
Knife on the yard, play, I send a nigga to the shop, bitch
Behind the bars, I shut a nigga down, they know how Top get
Ben, tell a nigga: Fuck 'em, once he released, he gon' get blitzed
I'm talkin' Oakland back to Northside, the shell wood, and the bricks
Lil' bro a goblin, his name Bway, and he strictly with the shit
They tryna kick it, but he know I don't fuck around with them boys
I get the money, get the money, I got a bitch wipe the cars
Cop car back to the prison, now, YoungBoy livin' large
His heart ain't goin' on, he been pimpin', he been brakin' them broads
You better not tell no one you seen it, you gon' face this penalty, on Kaell, I mean it
To bust a head, I'm feindin'
Leave him dead on Siegen
Pussy nigga test me, I said: Bitch, give me a reason
I don't feel a nigga pain, boy
Rich nigga, members only, know they know we bang hard
Tell my grandma: Wait up on me, I'm headed to the graveyard

Alright, alright, alright, alright (Come on)
Bad bitches love rich members only (Do what they want lil' nigga, believe that)
Alright (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Real members fuck with real members only
Alright, alright, alright, alright (Keepin' us out the cleats)
(What you talkin' 'bout?)
Real bitches love Real niggas only
Alright, alright, alright, alright
And, bad bitches love rich members only

Okay, it don't get realer than that
It don't get no realer
And, real members fuck with real members only
Niggas be flodgin'
Believe that
All the rich niggas, hahaha