Local Member E

Ayy, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so. I'm so tired of niggas callin' me they fuckin' Twin. Go 'head and call up bitch, tell her bring They fuckin' friends. These niggas ain't like me, I swear we ain't Like them. His outfit ain't least 3K, he might be trim. Point my fire at them, I point my fire Him. I'm keepin' my eye on him, I ain't trust no pos or sim. That bitch white, Kylie Jenner. That bitch bad, I'll probably rent her. I'm so cold just like December. You is not no local member. You ain't gang, bruh, you a lame, bruh. My driver long and baby girl, these ain't Hanks, Yeah, huh. In the field with two cars, Call 'em Siamese. You say she don't let you fuck, I swear She is not shy to me. You smoke on that lil' ass blunt, swear you Are not high to me. Look me in my eyes, ask me am I High? I be like, "Probably." Bitch, you know I'm geeked up, I just wanna Fuck. Bitch, you know you tweakin' now, get on Somethin'. Ballin' just like Brunson, cutthroat like It's winter somethin'. This bitch, she don't want Nothin', she just want me around her lovin'. Say the wrong thing like she pass me scissors 'cause I'll probably cut it. I don't even give a fuck what they talkin' 'bout 'cause they ain't even got the budget. Nigga fuck a whole billboard, I got real money For a real whore. Came up from the trap Floor, now what the fuck would I trap for? Now what the fuck would I rap for? What the fuck was you at for? These guns like city girls, they'll make a nigga Act up. Make a nigga call for backup. I'm so tired of niggas callin' me they fuckin' Twin. Go 'head and call up bitch, Tell her bring they fuckin' friends. These niggas ain't like me, I swear we ain't Like them. His outfit ain't at least 3K, He might be trim. Point my fire at them, I point my fire At him. I'm keepin' my eye on him, I ain't trust no pos or sim. That bitch white, Kylie Jenner. That bitch bad, I'll probably rent her. I'm so cold just like December. You is not no local member. You ain't gang, bruh, you a lame, bruh. My driver long and baby girl, these ain't Hanks. You ain't gang, bruh, you a lame, bruh. My driver long and baby girl, these ain't Hanks, Yeah.