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IN THEM MEMBERS WE TRUST Video (MV)




Performed By: BIG30
Featuring: Baby Slime
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.




BIG30 - IN THEM MEMBERS WE TRUST Lyrics
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[ Featuring Baby Slime ]

Blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, Big Blrrrd (go on)
Jayhot livin', ayy (Baby Slime, get 'em)

Nigga know just how I get (they know)
Can't name a time caught me outside and I ain't have that switch (that brrt)
Nigga dissin' me in songs, right after, I get a blitz
7.62, fully chopper, this 10 milli', it's gon' hit
I done poured a pint of green and came back, dropped a trey of Tris (I'm high)
This shit overstood, Drac' with the wood, I take it and go spin (brrt)
I'm comin' through the South on black on black, but the sunroof in
Three different choppers and two Glocks, one of 'em got a box and pin, brrt

Now let me switch it up
Any time a nigga mentioned Jayhot, bet I had pushed up
Currently tryna beef with me, I FaceTime niggas, call they bluff (they bluff)
Big-ass Glock 22 fully for niggas who think they tough (brrt)
Hit your block, shit gettin' low way 'fore I jumped right out the truck
Shootin' shit high, got a buzz
Nigga know every time they pluckin', Slime come and f*ck shit up
Lil' bitty nigga nowhere close to buff, bet I let this ho bust (brrt)
Put my name on anything, I promise, ain't shit gon' get touched (brrt, brrt, Slime)

Nigga know they play with us, get touched (they know)
They know we f*ck shit up (up)
Killers trailin' me in four steamers, can't get close on these trucks (cannot)
Lil' bruh 'nem got close on him, he ain't die
Guess we ain't get close enough (the f*ck?)
I was kind of mad at my lil' bruh, but four of them got strucked (wham)
Don't ask who it is, it's us (wham)
In a Hellcat, eat dust (hmm)
I'ma high-speed every time (every time)
No surrender, ain't givin' up (no)
All my cars fast, catch up (the f*ck?)
All my bitches bad as f*ck (as f*ck)
I got so much faith in Baby Slime, in baby threats we trust (in baby threats my trust)
Call me Mr. Keep A Cup (a cup)
I'm high as a murder bun (bun)
He was runnin', put shells in his back, call that a turtle run (ha)
I swear I'ma kill a nigga, self defense, a murder one (murder)
Manslaugher or second degree, just wanna shoot my gun (murder, murder, murder)
I just wanna kill a nigga (no), I just gotta get somethin' hurt (I got to)
I don't even gotta slide, I just wanna put in work (wanna put in work)
Wanna put a nigga on a shirt, put his ass in the dirt (the dirt)
I wanna see a nigga mama cry, he latched, ridin' in a hearse (why? Why?)

Nigga know just how I get (they know)
Can't name a time caught me outside and I ain't have that switch (call my bluff)
Nigga dissin' me in songs, right after, I get a blitz (blitz)
7.62, fully chopper, this 10 milli', it's gon' hit (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I done poured a pint of green and came back, dropped a three of Tris (yeah)
This shit overstood, Drac' with the wood, I take it and go spin (yeah)
I'm comin' through the South on black on black, but the sunroof in (yeah)
Three different choppers and two Glocks (yeah), one of 'em got a box and pin (brrt, Big Blrrrd)
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English

Blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, Big Blrrrd (go on)
Jayhot livin', ayy (Baby Slime, get 'em)

Nigga know just how I get (they know)
Can't name a time caught me outside and I ain't have that switch (that brrt)
Nigga dissin' me in songs, right after, I get a blitz
7.62, fully chopper, this 10 milli', it's gon' hit
I done poured a pint of green and came back, dropped a trey of Tris (I'm high)
This shit overstood, Drac' with the wood, I take it and go spin (brrt)
I'm comin' through the South on black on black, but the sunroof in
Three different choppers and two Glocks, one of 'em got a box and pin, brrt

Now let me switch it up
Any time a nigga mentioned Jayhot, bet I had pushed up
Currently tryna beef with me, I FaceTime niggas, call they bluff (they bluff)
Big-ass Glock 22 fully for niggas who think they tough (brrt)
Hit your block, shit gettin' low way 'fore I jumped right out the truck
Shootin' shit high, got a buzz
Nigga know every time they pluckin', Slime come and f*ck shit up
Lil' bitty nigga nowhere close to buff, bet I let this ho bust (brrt)
Put my name on anything, I promise, ain't shit gon' get touched (brrt, brrt, Slime)

Nigga know they play with us, get touched (they know)
They know we f*ck shit up (up)
Killers trailin' me in four steamers, can't get close on these trucks (cannot)
Lil' bruh 'nem got close on him, he ain't die
Guess we ain't get close enough (the f*ck?)
I was kind of mad at my lil' bruh, but four of them got strucked (wham)
Don't ask who it is, it's us (wham)
In a Hellcat, eat dust (hmm)
I'ma high-speed every time (every time)
No surrender, ain't givin' up (no)
All my cars fast, catch up (the f*ck?)
All my bitches bad as f*ck (as f*ck)
I got so much faith in Baby Slime, in baby threats we trust (in baby threats my trust)
Call me Mr. Keep A Cup (a cup)
I'm high as a murder bun (bun)
He was runnin', put shells in his back, call that a turtle run (ha)
I swear I'ma kill a nigga, self defense, a murder one (murder)
Manslaugher or second degree, just wanna shoot my gun (murder, murder, murder)
I just wanna kill a nigga (no), I just gotta get somethin' hurt (I got to)
I don't even gotta slide, I just wanna put in work (wanna put in work)
Wanna put a nigga on a shirt, put his ass in the dirt (the dirt)
I wanna see a nigga mama cry, he latched, ridin' in a hearse (why? Why?)

Nigga know just how I get (they know)
Can't name a time caught me outside and I ain't have that switch (call my bluff)
Nigga dissin' me in songs, right after, I get a blitz (blitz)
7.62, fully chopper, this 10 milli', it's gon' hit (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I done poured a pint of green and came back, dropped a three of Tris (yeah)
This shit overstood, Drac' with the wood, I take it and go spin (yeah)
I'm comin' through the South on black on black, but the sunroof in (yeah)
Three different choppers and two Glocks (yeah), one of 'em got a box and pin (brrt, Big Blrrrd)
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Writer: Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
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