Lyrics to Members Only by YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Zayel
Ayy, look
(This Vade on the keys)
Strapped up [?] down, 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
*** 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 [?] saw a *** head off
Called him up in county, had to send his ass to [?]
Ayy, she gave me head like a hedgehog
O.T., just got a T, deal was a good call
Quarterbackin’, goin’ long like Brett Favre
We in Miami, back to back up in foreign cars
‘Bout YB feature, 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 *** love rich members only
Alright (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Real members *** with real members only
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(What you talkin’ ’bout?)
Real *** love Real niggas only
Alright, alright, alright, alright (Let’s talk, ***)
And, bad *** 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 ***
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 *** with, this *** get bloody, boy
Rolls Royce, I remember, I used to ride around in them stolen cars
Cop ***, don’t run and tell the Feds, they know I knock *** (Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm)
Knife on the yard, play, I send a *** to the shop, ***
Behind the bars, I shut a *** down, they know how Top get
Ben, tell a ***, “*** ’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 ***
They tryna kick it, but he know I don’t *** around with them boys
I get the money, get the money, I got a *** 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 KL, I mean it
To bust a head, I’m feindin’
Leave him dead on cement
*** *** test me, I said, “***, give me a reason”
I don’t feel a *** pain, boy
Rich ***, members only, know they know I bang hard
Tell my grandma, “Wait up on me,” I’m headed to the graveyard
Alright, alright, alright, alright (Come on)
Bad *** love rich members only (Do what they want lil’ ***, believe that)
Alright (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Real members *** with real members only
Alright, alright, alright, alright (Keepin’ us out the cleats)
(What you talkin’ ’bout?)
Real *** love Real niggas only
Alright, alright, alright, alright
And, bad *** love rich members only
Okay, it don’t get realer than that
It don’t get no realer
And, real members *** with real members only
Niggas be flodgin’
Believe that
All the rich niggas, hahaha
