[Intro]
(Traphouse Mob)
(This is a Melo beat)
(Yo, Ayo)
I don't really know these n***as like that
For real though

[Chorus:King Von, Pop Smoke]
Boy, I don't know you, from a can of paint (Nah)
He said he the man, he ain't (Boy, you ain't)
He ain't posted on the block, he ain't totin' no Glocks (Huh, what?)
He ain't do what y'all n***as do
Boy, I don't know you, shit (Uh-huh)
And, I don't know you for hittin' no licks (What?)
And, I don't know you for havin' no bricks (Huh?)
And, I don't know you for havin' no bitch (Uh, uh)
Boy I don't know you, uh (Uh)
N***as act like you owe 'em sumn'
Boy I don't know you, uh (Uh, huh, huh?)
He must think I'm a hoe or sumn'
Boy I don't know you, uh (Uh, huh, huh?)
Like a n***a won't blow or sumn' (Uh)
Kick in their door or sumn' (Uh)
Like, fuck up yo' score or sumn' (Uh)
Boy, I don't know you, from a can of paint (Nah)
He said he the man, he ain't (Boy, you ain't)
He ain't posted on the block, he ain't totin' no Glocks (Huh, what?)
He ain't do what y'all n***as do
Boy, I don't know you, shit (Uh-huh)
And, I don't know you for hittin' no licks (What?)
And, I don't know you for havin' no bricks (Huh?)
And, I don't know you for havin' no bitch (Uh, uh)
Boy I don't know you, uh (Uh)
N***as act like you owe 'em sumn'
Boy I don't know you, uh (Uh, huh, huh?)
He must think I'm a hoe or sumn'
Boy I don't know you, uh (Uh, huh, huh?)
Like a n***a won't blow or sumn' (Uh)
Kick in their front door or sumn' (Uh)
Likе, fuck up yo' score or sumn' (Uh)
Boy, I don't know you, from a can of paint (Nah)
He said he thе man, he ain't (Boy, you ain't)
He ain't posted on the block, he ain't totin' no Glocks (Huh, what?)
He ain't do what y'all n***as do
Boy, I don't know you, shit (Uh-huh)
And, I don't know you for hittin' no licks (What?)
And, I don't know you for havin' no bricks (Huh?)
And, I don't know you for havin' no bitch (Uh, uh)
[Verse: Pop Smoke]
I know some n***as that'll shoot you for nothin'
Callin' up [?] he runnin'
I got a Glock, might shoot ya top
That be causing a concussion
Drinking that lean, Robitussin
Bussin'
I see an opp and I brush 'em
King of New York, no discussion
When I walk in the spot got that burner on me
I'm in the field, buy me some [?]
Lil' bitch petite, she eat my meat
She like "Papi, you so sweet."
Ice her out, bitch she from the streets
[?]
That mean it cost me extra fees
That mean it cost me extra fees
Ho