Shoulda Known

(Elvis)
Free the fuckin' members, nigga (vrrah, vrrah)
50 shots for a warnin', dickhead (vrrah, vrrah, vrrah, vrrah)
(Ransom mufasa)
Out the window, stupid

Grrah, uh
Shoulda known not to fuck with the members
Give a fuck, know it's up for whoever (grrah)
Niggas talkin' but they is not steppers
These niggas pussy, be softer than feathers (they pussy)
Porter B, I'm applyin' the pressure
These strokes got a head in a dresser
If you lackin', get left in a stretcher
This .40 be barkin', this shit got a temper

See a opp, I'ma up it in traffic (up)
I'm the one that they call when it's static (bah)
At the bendy, I'm switchin' the Patek
She wanna fuck 'cause I'm drippin' in fabric
P. Roy movin', that's a tactic
If he play, we put him in a casket
Thought I was lackin', had it in the jacket
Bitch, I'm a suvy, I'ma up and blast it

They like, "Porter buggin' off the yerks"
I'm a demon, always on alert (grrah)
If we miss him, put it in reverse
Shots get fired, put him on a shirt (grrah)
Think you tough, we runnin' on his mans
Catch him lackin', pop him like a Xan'
'Casim off Casa' geekin' on the lens
Bend it over, let her do a dance
(Bend it over, let her do a dance)

Free Mr. Shh, did it on the cam
I'm a top bready, what's the plan?
I get guap, bready and the bands (brrah)
No knocks, beat him with my hands
In the drop-top with a tan (brrah)
If you move hot, this is strain
If you move hot, this is strain

Shoulda known not to fuck with the members
Give a fuck, know it's up for whoever
Niggas talkin' but they is not steppers
These niggas pussy, be softer than feathers (grrah)
Porter B, I'm applyin' the pressure (brrah)
These strokes got a head in a dresser
If you lackin', get left in a stretcher
This .40 be barkin', this shit got a temper

(Elvis)
H shit, nigga, don't fuck around



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Arbesfeld, Porter B, Henry Bryne Fisher
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