Lyrics HoodRich Pablo Juan – U Don’t Know Me

You don’t know me, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga
Don’t approach me, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga

Clutching on my ratchet, forgot I was a rapper
Director, I’m shooting at these motherfucking actors
My diamonds, my jeweler, they came straight from Africa
I got a dollar, used to be a little rascal
You don’t know me, but you better hurry up and fucking ask
She on her knees like she praying, Christian Lous, I’m the pastor
Gucci, Goyard and Designer mismatches
Plug witness lowest ticket got the work moving faster
They call me Quick Draw, I got shooters that’ll blast you
You don’t know me, used to make them lay it down, put my mask up
This the MONY set, nigga, why you
?
racked up?
Gas bags in the Jeep, we got bales, we don’t back up

You don’t know me, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga

You don’t know me, nigga
Can’t know me, nigga
Junkies going to the bank soon as it open, nigga
Rolling stolen
?, sure ain’t a ticket
I need spinach like Popeye’s, I got chickens
Nigga, I don’t let none of these bitches in my business
Nigga, I’m a ahk, I never celebrated Christmas
When he hit the block, had to hustle up and get it
Bitch nigga, you ain’t strapped, so I know you ain’t with it
I be in DC, I go any fucking district
Half my teachers wanted to fuck, so I knew I was a misfit
Why you in the same hood you grew up in? Niggas like to diss
You ain’t know I made a quarter mill a year in the trenches

You don’t know me, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga
Don’t approach me, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga
Pillow talking to them bitches like you know a nigga
Glock 40 extension with a motherfucking 30 in it
You don’t know me, nigga
Don’t make me murder, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga
Pussy, make me show you, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga