You Don't Know Me Lyrics

Look at my rifle,

2 shots your head and u silent

Bitch you don’t know I’m violent

Body is snitch, freaking slime I got time man

I’m not your own pilot

This is not me this is private,

Fucking that bitch, listen the silent,

I got a beat, killing your vibe man.

Molly my pants, I don’t wanna get rolls,

Money for selling now I’m in sauce

This is Samson I get too much applause,

Baby I don’t need your swag, I suppose

Freaking or pea king, you lost, man

Don’t be so shy, making pose, man

Take all this b I’m frozen,

Fuck wit that bitch, I can’t trust

Look at, i got a seven.

Bitches want touch me I get them my barrel,

Fucking that bitch, I’m material.

Thank God to saving my mom.

I get two motherfuckers. That’s soul.

My moma don’t tell me I can’t get motherfucking 2 bitch, ok, I’ll get too many Rolls.

I’m motherfucking nigga, don’t play with me

I can put all your peace and I could be on profit,

I can to pitch, pitch, pitch, pitch.

What a fuck?