(Fuck is these niggas, I don't fuck with these niggas)
(Jay Storm)

[Verse 1: King Louie] Mr. Chow in the private room, playing my shit
That's boss shit
Who the fuck is these niggas? I don't fuck with these niggas
I forgive, I don't forget
Once you take, don't ask for shit
My hind cold as it could get
And I'on wait for shit
'cept death, so I'm livin'
Brother beat a double hommi, call that escape prison
Niggas talking, don't listen
No talking, I don't trust 'em
Who the fuck is these niggas? I don't fuck with these niggas
All black jewels beaming like I signed with Death Row
Smoking heavy petro
Bitches naked, no flex
Just go, no go?
Curse 'em out, put 'em out
That's mid? Put it out
Matter'a fact, move around
City feeling like a circus, full of all these damn clowns
Who the fuck is these niggas? I don't fuck with these niggas
Drill shit came from us, and the hitters is my homies
I'm a God on Earth
Real niggas since birth
I don't know 'em, niggas new
Unreal, niggas foo (foo foo!)
[?] they ain't came with you?
Who the fuck is these niggas? I don't fuck with these niggas

I don't smoke with these niggas
I don eat with these niggas
I ain't starve with these niggas
I ain't rob with these niggas
I ain't shoot with these niggas
I ain't grind with these niggas
I ain't shine with these niggas
I don't pour up with these niggas
Who the fuck is these niggas? I don't fuck with these niggas

Man these niggas bitch, can't trust 'em far as I can throw 'em
Niggas hate, and I just tell 'em that
They should be careful cause
Hate ain't healthy and
Bullets ain't comfortable
Heaven ain't promised
I don't know 'em to be honest
Who the fuck is these niggas? I don't fuck with these niggas
I don't know these niggas OG, these niggas ain't my homies
Money show you all your friends ain't your real homies
See that paper envy, start to acting unfriendly
Try to plot and whatnot
Got my head fucked up
Now I gotta switch up, like (damn!)
Who the fuck is these niggas? I don't fuck with these niggas
Smoking dope to the face
Real shit I embrace, (uh)