Song Lyrics

(ItsNell on the beat, nigga)
Boss
Young Jefe, holmes
Let's go

I just bought another vehicle, with the frog eyes
I don't really f*ck with niggas, they ain't from our side
You know I'm a real member, bitch I got mob ties
Leader of the fuckin' Glizzys, could get 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
F*ck her, she tell me, "Don't stop," I guess it's go time
I come runnin' down on you with the .45

Ballin' just like twenty-three
Say she wanna stunt with me
Gave 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 were fans, promise you they gon' remember me
I know some bomb ass twins way down in Tennessee
Bitch I'm really him, I wish well on all my enemies
She blew with the wind girl 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 left the game because they always get the cops involved
Now I'm in Malibu, with baddies playin' volley ball

I just bought another vehicle, with the frog eyes
I don't really f*ck with niggas, they ain't from our side
You know I'm a real member, bitch I got mob ties
Leader of the 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
F*ck her, she tell me "Don't stop," I guess it's go time
I come runnin' down on you 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, f*ck the opps from both sides
Thinking 'bout my shooter now
Know if I hit your line, talkin' war, you gon' slide (come on)
F*ck it, lead that dope life (skrrt)
Feds all on my bro line, sayin' he got a coke line
But I'm doin' shows now, made a M like four times
F*ck 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 (f*ck 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 f*ck with you 'cause you fold
You should've 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 f*ck with niggas, they ain't from our side
You know I'm a real member, bitch I got mob ties
Leader of the fuckin' Glizzys, could get 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
F*ck her, she tell me, "Don't stop," I guess it's go time
I come runnin' down on you with the .45

Marquis Amonte King, Herbert Wright

The duration of Real Members is 3:14 minutes and seconds.