Don’t Know Em

I'm like, who these ****?

I don't know 'em

Rockstar, up and raisin'

Boy start throwin'

Bullets blazin'

Boy tuck and rollin'

What's your name?

Where you goin'?

Bodies droppin', I'ma pop 'em if I spot 'em

I think I shot 'em, hope I got 'em in his noggin

Pussy don't play with your background

Take it off safety, then back down

All these **** drunk so they act wild

I gotta clear out a packed crowd

Oh, you thought I was slippin'

Because I was sippin'

This Glock that I'm holdin', it won't leave a witness

**** you trippin'

See over here

You don't got no business

You wanna be sneaky

Now look what that get ya?

Paramedics, pick 'em up

But how the fuck they get the addy?

I think it's all 'cause of this opp bitch

I had with me boolin' in Cali

But fuck it, I'm here and a stick with me

My location know of how they get to me

Got a 30 wit me, he could hit for free

Put bullet holes in his Givenchy tee

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 would happen if I missed you