Members Only Reloaded (Richmond2LA)

[Intro]
(We found the vibe, we found the vibe)
(JuneOnnaBeat, JuneOnnaBeat)

[Verse 1]
Y'all pop shots? My niggas chase 'em down, I thought y'all knew that
Now, this the Glock or the ratchet? Keep a fully automatic
And I'm known for spillin' bastards, catch him, drop him, then we spin again
We in the wind, my nigga got it on him, we just blitzed again
Young nigga bang the Jayside with the biggest hats
They see me up in traffic swervin' fast and they like, "Who is that?"
I been bustin' brains and taggin' toes, but you are new to that
(This nina baby go right to his head and blow his noodles back)

[Verse 2]
I can blast a cannon with this iron 'cause I'm true to that
Bro could stick his head out the hole, I be donе blew it back
Shots fired 'round this bitch, we ain't yеllin' out no, "Who is that?"
550, 925, now I'm ridin' with a cul-de-sac
My squad got more to dub, and I ain't never known to talk cap
New K, I just bought that, all we do is cross tracks
Nail him to the asphalt about six, they gon' broadcast
(Seen five suckers yesterday, you the sixth flag)

[Verse 3]
CS71, you know we bouncin' on your bitch ass
Gun too big, I can't fit it in my bitch bag
I cannot slow down off the mud, I like to sip fast
Make sure that you buckle up in here because this bitch fast
Big mag, hit you with this bitch and give you whiplash
Left hand on the stick, I got my right hand on your bitch ass
Niggas broke, see us gettin' money, got you big mad
(Niggas jokes, wanna catch us slippin', but that stick blast, nigga)

[Verse 4]
How I'ma tell them youngins somethin', I don't know no better?
We all on the frontline, we gon' go together
It ain't no blendin', we drillin', we tryna blow him down (What you say?)
Caught him on that frontline, had to mow him down
Catch you surfin' in that deep, we gon' make a nigga wipe out
Gang run the city, all these other niggas psyched out
Pipe down, switch on the gleeky turn his lights out
He knew he was dyin' once the streets put the price out
We took over through murder and music, who would've thought?
Thirty missions later, and I still ain't been caught
I'ma spin the block twice if somethin' look kinda off
(I dare a nigga to come and try to sit up on the boss)
(What you say?)

[Verse 5]
Opps don't want no gun smoke, they gun broke
Niggas do all that poppin' it, why they run, though?
Oh, you thought you was a god, now you dead, though
Niggas ran into the gang and got stepped on
He was not untouchable, please don't be next
Whole squad shooters and we squeezin' off of reflex
Niggas don't even be members, they be rejects
You ain't got your lick back yet? Nigga, say less

[Verse 6]
I did thirty in one month and blew it all again (Blew it)
Watch me cuss this bitch out, she gon' call again (I knew it)
Soon as Reek come home, we gon' ball again
I seen him get back up, then fall again (Then he gone)
I seen him keep drivin', then he wreck (Skrrt)
Check the 'Gram, same night that nigga checked
Fuck what he rep, 'cause the nigga not a threat (He ain't nobody)
I'ma die with money, but I killed and got respect
Throw the three with the left, I was casual when I crept
First flight, no intercept, I was right back to the neck

[Verse 7]
Man, yeah, we gon' keep scorin' (Boom, boom)
I'm always in that one spot, sometimes it be borin' (That shit be borin')
Brodie runnin' lights, he damn near crashed the big foreign (Man)
I'm so high, I'm in the air, feel like a nigga floatin' (I'm high as shit)
Stay in your bag, stay focused, young nigga, keep goin' (Keep goin')
Uppin' rank, you do some fuck shit, then we gon' demote 'em (Get that nigga)
All my guys with the vibes, so I'm gon' promote it (Man)
Get close, do no foldin' (Get close)
Make sure it's fully loaded
Mask on before you in a cold twist (Cold twist)
So I'm gon' promote it
Get close, do no foldin'
Make sure it's fully loaded
Mask on before you in a cold twist

[Verse 8]
I slid and wiped that nigga nose just like some bloody tissue
Hollow tip for trippin' on a drill, quick to send a missile
My shooter love to catch his man, he send shots and they land
He send some shots at your medulla, I paid him in bands
Four deep in a Sprinter van, slidin', tryna get it in
Xd9, Peezy clutchin' on an FN
Slidin' through your box and seen an opp and made him tap dance
Slidin' through your box and seen an opp and made him tap dance

[Verse 9]
We ain't satisified with potshots, we love to tape it up
Bounce out and get close on him and fill him up with slugs
Murder on my mind, but I ain't Melly, I really hang with thugs
Still at JG bangin' with them killers, they told me switch it up
Glocks and ARs with a switch, y'all need to go pick 'em up
We love to chase 'em down, but I thought y'all niggas knew that
Been bent them niggas' blocks, chase 'em down, no need for get-back
Been bent them niggas' blocks, chase 'em down, no need for get-back