Love For The Members lyrics
by Jaeychino
[Intro: Jaeychino & Protect]
(It's my birthday, SJ got me working)
Uh, uh, oh, yeah?
(Yeah, boss sh*t, boss sh*t n*gga)
Coming through yo' hood, blowing up every street
(Me-me and Jaey, n*gga, on Gang)
Slime, slime, oh, yeah?
(On gang)
Damn, damn
[Chorus: Jaeychino]
You want you a verse, I need me a whip
It's a ballhog summer, I ain't passing my stick
sh*t too many strikers, got love for the members
Bro bumping that Drac' and he yelling out
Timber
sh*t full 48 n*gga, shout out Gil Kemp
He got knocked out his shoes and got left in his socks
I was only fifteen, dropping glass out the box
Lil Boosie the one, he got sh*t right on lock
[Verse 1: Jaeychino]
Man I'm gone off the yams, tryna get me some heat
Got Bryce on the mix, SJ on the bеat
Man I'm having my way, b*tch, I feel like I'm Sneak
This P gon' sing like it's starring on Glee
Thеse n*ggas my sons, they look up to me
Cous' good wit' the stick like he playing the Wii
Tryna roll up an opp, man pass me a lighter
I'm blowing that pistol, I feel like I'm Flo Rida
[Verse 2: Protect]
My lighter flick, yeah I feel like Lil Wayne
I'm blowing these pistols, I'm feel like I'm Max Payne
Hitting this b*tch and I don't know her name
I just called up my brother, he stuck in the chain gang
We keeping them poles if that n*gga feel sporty
I'm sipping on drank, I ain't drinking no forty
Dropped one-fifty on a muhf*ckin' steak
I feel like I'm Jaey, got 6 in the Drac'
My chopper hungry, these n*ggas got ate
I'm a real flexer, put racks in yo' face
You wanna make some lil money, no way
I could drop a whole check in yo' muhf*ckin' Chase
My trap always open like it's Ochocinco
Just copped me a pound off a muhf*ckin' gringo
If you want a verse, better pass me a brick
It's a ballhog summer, I ain't passing my stick
[Chorus: Jaeychino]
You want you a verse, I need me a whip
It's a ballhog summer, I ain't passing my stick
sh*t too many strikers, got love for the members
Bro bumping that Drac' and he yelling out
Timber
sh*t full 48 n*gga, shout out Gil Kemp
He got knocked out his shoes and got left in his socks
I was only fifteen, dropping glass out the box
Lil Boosie the one, he got sh*t right on lock