Lirik

(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
Writer(s): Jeremy Arbesfeld, Henry Bryne Fisher, Porter B Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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