Don't Know Em - Snap Capone, Blacks

These niggas all actors

Way before this rap shit

Never heard these niggas before-ore-ore-ore

Bitches say they know me

Bitches say they love me

Never seen these bitches before-ore-ore-ore

I don’t know these niggas

I don’t know 'em, I don’t know 'em

I don’t know these niggas

I don’t know 'em, I don’t know 'em

I don’t know these bitches

I don’t know 'em, I don’t know 'em

I don’t know these bitches

I don’t know 'em, I don’t know 'em

Word to my mother, I won’t let them see the monster in me

Big .45, niggas coming to get me

Real bad boy, got me feeling like Diddy

I’m starting the gilly, nigga I’m holding a milli

Nigga fuck the rest, I’m the best in the city

A vest and a biscuit, not talking McVitie’s

V-neck white tee Simon Cowell

Summertime shootout, wintertime trial

Never test a boss, better ask your boss

Dior jacket, Dior jeans, Dior top

Walk in, buy the whole Dior shop

C63 suede beige guts

All I took is moolah, Snap I’m Larry Hoover

Little Zee’s my shooter, nigga go and grab the Luger

I’ve got two bad B’s bagging half a key

The bitches work for me, they’re on a salary

Fuck new J’s, I’ve got a new Trey

In the Batmobile feeling like Bruce Wayne

C-Class coupe, Trey spark Doomsday

Niggas know me I’m official akh

Pistol whipping nigga, I don’t need to chat

Free my nigga Nutty riding thirty-two

In that GT riding with my Persian boo

Fuckboys, nigga better pay some dues

These niggas all actors

Way before this rap shit

Never heard these niggas before-ore-ore-ore

Bitches say they know me

Bitches say they love me

Never seen these bitches before-ore-ore-ore

I don’t know these niggas

I don’t know 'em, I don’t know 'em

I don’t know these niggas

I don’t know 'em, I don’t know 'em

I don’t know these bitches

I don’t know 'em, I don’t know 'em

I don’t know these bitches

I don’t know 'em, I don’t know 'em

Real recognise, I don’t know these niggas

Buss your gun, every week I murder one nigga

I’m stressed cause my brudda’s on the run nigga

Looking thirty-five, shit that’s long nigga

He’ll miss his daughter, can’t see his son nigga

That’s a real nigga, bet he holds his tongue nigga

These rap stars talking like they live this life

No regrets nigga, I would do this twice

In that A-Class pushing TT

New cunch spot’s giving freebies

I break down bricks, all I need is scales

I buy it then I remix and I resell

, clock the detail

Nigga talking beef, I don’t know these niggas

Instagram killers, just posing niggas

With the .357 I’ll be ghosting niggas

These niggas all actors

Way before this rap shit

Never heard these niggas before-ore-ore-ore

Bitches say they know me

Bitches say they love me

Never seen these bitches before-ore-ore-ore

I don’t know these niggas

I don’t know 'em, I don’t know 'em

I don’t know these niggas

I don’t know 'em, I don’t know 'em

I don’t know these bitches

I don’t know 'em, I don’t know 'em

I don’t know these bitches

I don’t know 'em, I don’t know 'em