Memberz Beside Me ft. Therealwoody Lyrics

Uh, uh, yeah, uh We really..

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Come in with them killers, I got them members beside me

They ask me who I'm with, I got them killers beside me

You know I got my shot up in me, I look like a zombie

Niggas claim they want me, well it ain't hard to find me

I need a ride or die, bitch, come in like Bonnie

Switchy on the Glocky, that bitch spit like a Tommy

All these niggas, they my kin, they see me, then they copy

Roger that, we sent a blitz, we up on a mission

Top tier niggas, yeah, they know we be winnin

Scoop the bitch, I hit her, yeah, you know she gon' bend it

I was 15, trials and tribulations was hittin

The way I beat the case, I told the judge I'll tip him

Call that boy a blade because them hollows will rip him

Seen some niggas idolize the nigga that stick them

Them niggas bitches swear to God, none of them boys got it in them

Turkey but the Glocky, this shit poke through the denim

It's go time, bro, they told me chill, but I still sent them

Uh, yeah, uh, it's go time

Bro, they told me chill, but I still sent them, uh

Uh, uh, uh, it's go time

Booski still on go and he still sent them

We ran out on them boys, we could've killed them

Channel 5, that boy could've been the victim

Channel 5, that boy could've been the victim

That 45 hit his body, now he shittin

Now he pissin' through a tube, now he tryin' win or lose

Now his parents wearin' suits, they at the funeral with the blues

Niggas know what I do, niggas know I'm bout that money, money

Niggas talkin' gang shit, niggas ain't takin' shit from me

I'm on the block all day, night time till it's sunny

Niggas always talkin' paper, but they ain't got no money

Broski ran through a hundred, we get them boat loads by the pound

Then we bust him down to onions, forest gump, that boy got to runnin'

They ask me who I'm with, I got them killers beside me

You know I got my shot up in me, I look like a zombie

Niggas claim they want me, well, it ain't hard to find me

Switchy on the back, that bitch shoot like a Tommy

Lemme hear it from the top, no adlibs, put the next beat on