Lyrics Don't Know Em - Snap Capone, Blacks

Don't Know Em

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