Willie Beamen (Membership) (Niche Version) ft. RyGlizzy & M471K Lyrics

Real niggas only need a membership to get in at the round table, had to pay my dues to sit in

Say she like the whip, she gotta suck my dick to get in, niggas clout chasin', tryna find a way to fit in

Say they in that field, but them niggas really, Willie Beamen, cause I'm havin' motion, shorty tryna suck up all my semen

Playin' wicked games, a have a nigga gone before the weekend, think I got a screw missing, 4nem know that I be tweakin

Real nigga, never been a fraud, always played it smart

Told lil baby, wanna stick around, gotta play your part

You don't need no key for this whip, this shit here a push to start

He think he a dog, but he don't bite for shit, he just all bark

Glizzy with a Beam, light a nigga ass up in the dark, I keep it on me

If I up this bitch, just know I let it spark

Never show my hand, cause I know just how to play my cards

Thinkin' you gon' run off on me, trust me, you won't make it far

Lil' Cuzz said he wanna learn to scam, so I sent the method, FN on me

Came a long way from that Smith & Wesson

Caught him while he tryna to hit his route, that's an interception

Brodie in a scat pack doin' donuts in a intersection

Got my mans back on his feet, I sold his ass for cheap

Told him if he get caught in that jam, it ain't come from me

Niggas envy, probably cause they bitches wanna fuck on me and suck on me

Man, fuck these niggas, I had to tell him look

Real niggas only need a membership to get in at the round table, had to pay my dues to sit in

Say she like the whip, she gotta suck my dick to get in, niggas clout chasin', tryna find a way to fit in

Say they in that field, but them niggas really, Willie Beamen, cause I'm havin' motion, shorty tryna suck up all my semen

Playin' wicked games, a have a nigga gone before the weekend, think I got a screw missing, 4nem know that I be tweakin

Real stepper, never been a ho, I'm a blow for mine

Quick to pop a nigga, niggas snakes, that's why I clutch the nine

I just hit your bitch and made her scream, this here pussy mines

Folks ass ready to crease some shit, that's why they out here toting iron

Hit your bitch from the back, I'm tuckin' them tracks, I damn near slip my disk

Niggas out here foul, I'm at the line, I can't even flick my wrist

I ain't even mad, I tip my hat, nigga, you take my bitch

Pop a nigga, like a bad kid that keep on touchin' shit

Put some hands up on his ass and gave his ass a headache

Glock, it gotta switch and get to sprayin' like some spray paint

Spin a block to catch a opp, now we gotta vacate

Niggas actin' bad, doing donuts in a SRT8

Put some hands up on his ass and gave his ass a headache

Glock, it gotta switch and get to sprayin' like some spray paint

Spin a block to catch a opp, now we gotta vacate

Niggas actin' bad, doing donuts in a SRT8

Real niggas only need a membership to get in at the round table, had to pay my dues to sit in

Say she like the whip, she gotta suck my dick to get in, niggas clout chasin', tryna find a way to fit in

Say they in that field, but them niggas really, Willie Beamen, cause I'm havin' motion, shorty tryna suck up all my semen

Playin' wicked games, a have a nigga gone before the weekend, think I got a screw missing, 4nem know that I be tweakin

Uh, yeah, 4nem know that I be tweakin

5.0 my whip be screechin', beat the beat, I leave it leakin

I'm on offense, y'all on defense, cross him over, bitch, stop reachin

Just make the move, I'm never thinkin', man, fuck all that shit

Real niggas only earn my membership, I got in

You niggas scammed your mans for some bands, damn, you bought in

Had a master plan, you can't stand that I'm ballin

The realest, yes, I am, brought my mans, then I taught him

How to flip a brick, how to stay up on his shit

How to never trust a bitch when he servin', watch your six

When you livin' just like this, gotta watch out for the snitch

They'll put you in a sitch, in a cell or in a ditch

Had to take my time with this rappin', know this shit a blessing

If you try to run up on me, know I got my Smith & Wesson

If you touch my mother or my brother, send your ass to heaven

Put him six feet under, now they wonder, so they ask the reverend

So they ask the reverend, fuckin' on your mama in the summer

I ain't got no weapons