Members Only! Lyrics - Flyboy Tarantino

[Intro] 

To Bass be the glory 

Ooh, ooh, ooh 

Ooh, ooh, ooh 

[Verse 1: TankHead666] 

Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch 

Got money on my cabinet, ain't no time for no bitch 

Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch 

Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch 

And I know you bitches see us niggas shine in this shit 

And the reason for that, 'cause we grinding for this 

Members only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch 

Members only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch 

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[Verse 2: ratchet roach] 

Members Only in this bitch, suck my dick, little bitch 

Bouncing in this bitch, so you know I'm on that fuck shit 

Yeah, Boss with double G's and a new chopstick 

If a nigga try me, I'mma bust that bitch 

Ayy, hol' up, roll-up, in a drop top 

Where he at? Bentley lit, that's the hot spot 

I'm in this bitch, ayo 

Yeah, 'dem boys, you know we, tryna go home, playa' (What up hoe?) 

[Verse 3: Flyboy Tarantino] 

On the block, hit my jack, where ya comin' through? 

You would think I'm B.I.G the way I get the loot 

Both eyes wide open, they look at you 

Huh, she been acting messy and she think that's cute 

That ain't gas in yo' blunt, boy, you smokin' boof 

Want a coupe? Wit' my bitch, hangin' out the roof 

If it's pressure, we gon' bust, don't play me for a fool 

Don't move 'cause my goons clenchin' on the tool 

Betty Boop, shawty, she love how I groove 

What I do, I know other niggas wanna do 

Huh, copy cattin' niggas movin' how I move 

When my platoon walk in the room, you better keep it cool 

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[Verse 4: Cooliecut] 

Yuh, huh, yuh, top notch 

I'mma crack the nigga, no crack rock, uh 

Five-five, uh 

Hit a nigga wit' the .4-5-5, uh 

Got a nigga runnin' like he hopscotch, uh 

I don't talk crazy, I'm about my, uh 

Choke a nigga out, 6-1-9 

6-1-9 

[Verse 5: Bass Santana] 

I might black 

Just don't call me back, I'mma pop a flat 

Make 'em nap 

Runnin' fuckin laps, they like "Bass relax" 

Where you at? 

Where I lay my head is where I lay my stacks 

It's the gang 

Members Only took ya' soul, no coming back 

[Verse 6: rawhool mane] 

What you think? 

Pull up to the clan hella deep 

At the crib they put you to sleep 

My niggas be wilin' [?s](uh huh) Ayy! (gling, gling) 

[Verse 7: KiD TRUNKS] 

Smokin' green like Yoshi 

We don't fuck with phonies 

Bitch, I feel like Tony 

My shoota keep that 40 

I can't never trust a hoe, the devil keep no phony 

Ya mama run up on me when she wanna be escorted 

I hit her, hit her 

She call me, "Mister, Mister" 

Just the other day she call while I was fuckin' on her sister 

That shit ain't hard, that shit is really simple 

Top down, get popped like you a pimple 

I can't lie, Ratchet bleedin' like a menstrual 

Input, you can't keep up with my mental 

My teeth shine, I'mma go right to the dental 

She suck my, she gon' blow it like a candle 

[Verse 8: Craig Xen] 

Blowin' on me like a candle 

Suckin' on me like a vacuum 

Members Only got a million opponents but none of them look like a match 

Livin' they send us a fact, triple 6 on the back of the Cadillac 

License plate, up and down, 9-10, ridin' with Roach on tac 

[Verse 9: Kin$oul] 

Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, lil' bitch 

Dope in the air, disappear in the mist 

I don't give a damn about this fuckin' rap shit 

But I do like they way I sound on my ad-libs 

[Verse 10: SB] 

Members Only be the motherfucking clique (Be the clique) 

Had to dip and left a message on her lip (On her lip) 

Bentley shit, I throw them B's just like I'm sick 

Gone through relationships a Tarantino hit 

You think she wifey but she bench pressin' them dicks 

Master Splinter, boy, the way I hold a stick 

I predict me and my niggas gettin' rich 

And if you posted like a stamp, you gettin' lit