Membas Lyrics – FWC CashGang

(Enrgy made this one)
CashGang sh!t, 24

When I get off of tether, I’ma go drop somethin’ (First day)
Moo just copped the Corvette, but he not Popp Hunna (Corvette, Corvette)
Head, where the dollies at? I’m goin’ opp huntin’ (Where them dollies at?)
They took two hundred from the bank, boy, that is not nothin’
Had to switch the flow, me and Mike be switchin’ hoes (No cap)
They ain’t punchin’ here, sh!t, I had to switch the store (Switch it up)
Bro just set me up to score, n!gga, that’s a pick and roll (n!gga)
Lame n!gga got a strap, n!gga, that’s a missin’ pole (Let me get that)

Morg let me see that strap then (Where the MAC?), we finna slide
Told him he ain’t back then, he finna die (Gone)
Told Key I see the point, we finna ride (I see it)
Head pulled up with two K’s, them n!ggas live

Sticcs, stock the whip up, they on the ‘Gram
Your b!tch all in my DM, she gettin’ slammed (Rat)
If she don’t f*ck BMorg too, she gettin’ banned
My b!tch got a blick with a d!ck, Juwanna Mann

Thought my b!tch had a d!ck in her pants, that’s the blicky tucked
Tried to run, Lik shot him in the back, oh, you Ricky, huh?
D!ck make the b!tch say, “Woah,” oh, you Vicky, huh?
We them n!ggas out here trippin’ with them sticks, got the city hot
We some rockstars, but don’t do Rockstar for the pants (At all)
Sippin’ Wockhardt, you need to rock out for your mans (n!gga)

Where my cousin Stax? He can get knocked out for the ‘Gram (Where you at?)
And where my fiend at? He gettin’ knocked off of them grams

I’m a shooter and lil’ bro a shooter, he LaMelo Ball
Was gon’ hit that lil’ b!tch off the Perc’, but she ain’t got no walls
Hit the block, drop a hundred on ’em, then we skrrtin’ off (Skrrt, skrrt)
Rod in this b!tch off two jiggas, don’t wanna p!ss him off
b!tch said my chain look like water, wanna sip some Voss
I ain’t tryna argue with no worker, point me to your boss
My young n!gga love to swing that pole like he playin’ golf
The chop got some sh!t hangin’ on it long as Paul Gasol

Amiri drip on me, B22s for the kicks (b!tch, I’m wet as hell)
In the opps’ neighborhood, I’m gettin’ blew in the whip (Crip)
Boy, I keep that b!tch on me, G22 with the switch (Grrah)
I ain’t talking bout buffs, it’s two C’s on the Sticcs

How the f*ck is you a shooter, you don’t got no blick? (Where your pole?)
You had to buy another chain, Rizzy took your sh!t (Thanks)
I don’t even like stealin’, but I took your b!tch (Freak)
That ho say she like children, but ate my kids

Brrrrrr
That’s Boom talkin’
You n!ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on, n!gga, big 24 sh!t
N!gga