Local Member lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
I'm so—, I'm so—, I'm so—

[Chorus]
I'm so tired of n*ggas callin' me they f*ckin' twin (Twin)
Go 'head, call 'em, b*tch, tell 'em bring they f*ckin' friends (Friends)
Them n*ggas ain't like me, I swear we ain't like them (Ain't like them)
His outfit ain't least three-K, he might be trim
Point my fye at them, I point my fye at him
I'm keeping my eye on him, I ain't trustin' no pals with them
That b*tch white, Kylie Jenner
That b*tch bad, I'll prolly 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 draws Rick Owens and baby girl, these ain't Hanes, yeah, hah

[Verse]
In the field with two Glocks, call 'em Siamese
You said she ain't let you f*ck, I swear she is not shy to me
You smoke on that lil' ass blunt, I swear you are not higher than me
Look me in my eye, ask me am I high, I'll be like, "Probably"
b*tch, you know I'm geeked up, I just wanna f*ck
GUCCI, no, you tweakin' now, get on sum'n'
Balling just like 'Bron son, coat on like it's wintertime
This b*tch, she don't want nun'
She just want me around her lovin'
Say the wrong thing like she passed me the scissors 'cause I'll prolly cut it
I don't even give a f*ck what they talkin' 'bout 'cause they ain't even got the budget
n*gga, f*ck the whole Billboard
I got real money for a real whore
Came up from trap lord, now what the f*ck would I trap for?
Now what the f*ck would I rap for?
Why the f*ck would you act for?
These guns like City Girls, they'll make a n*gga act up
Make a n*gga call for backup
[Chorus]
I'm so tired of n*ggas callin' me they f*ckin' twin (Twin)
Go 'head, call 'em, b*tch, tell 'em bring they f*ckin' friends (Friends)
Them n*ggas ain't like me, I swear we ain't like them (Ain't like them)
His outfit ain't least three-K, he might be trim
Point my fye at them, I point my fye at him
I'm keeping my eye on him, I ain't trustin' no pals with them
That b*tch white, Kylie Jenner
That b*tch bad, I'll prolly 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 draws Rick Owens and baby girl, these ain't Hanes, yeah

[Outro]
You ain't gang, bruh, you a lame, bruh
My draws Rick Owens and baby girl, these ain't Hanes, yeah