Don't Know Em (feat. Rah Swish)

Man, I'm fuckin' gone nigga
Yo Rah, we outta here nigga, it is
I can barely walk nigga
I be down the stairs 'cause, this shit crazy bro

Like, yo, bro
Yo, yo, yo, who the fuck is this nigga walkin' out here?
Yo Rah, yo, let me see that shit nigga
Fuck is wrong with this nigga?

I'm like, "Who these niggas?" (Who these niggas?)
I don't know 'em (I don't know 'em)
Rockstar, up and raisin', boy start throwin' (throwin')
Bullets blazin' (blazin')
Boy, tuck and rollin' (rollin', rollin')
What's your name? (What's your name?)
Where you goin'? (Where you goin'? Look, shots)

Bodies droppin', I'ma pop 'em if I spot 'em (brrt, bah)
I think I shot him, hope I got him in his noggin, look (brrt, bah)
Pussy, don't play with your background (what?)
Take it off safety, then back down (grrt)
All these niggas drunk so they act wild (huh?)
I gotta clear out a packed crowd

Oh, you thought I was slippin'? (Ha, you thought wrong)
Because I was sippin'? (Off the 'Tron)
This Glock that I'm holdin', it won't leave a witness
Nigga you trippin' (grrt, baow)
See, over here? (Over here)
You don't got no business (you don't got no business)
You wanna be sneaky (haha)
Now look what that get you? (Look)

Paramedics, pick him up
But how the fuck they get the addy? (Wait)
I think it's all 'cause of this opp's bitch (for real?)
I had with me boolin' in Cali' (look)
But fuck it, I'm here and a stick with me (brrt)
My location off, how they get to me? (Brrt)
Got a .30 with me, he could hit for free (bah)
Put bullet holes in his Givenchy tee (look)

Wait, say your grace
You watch your mouth
You watch your place
You can't be mad when I up it to your face
I wonder what woulda happened if I missed you?



Credits
Writer(s): Bashar Barakah Jackson, Manalla Abdulaziz Yusuf, Rahlique Wilks
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