(Fuck is these n***as, I don't fuck with these n***as)
(Jay Storm)

[Verse 1: King Louie]
Mr. Chow in the private room, playing my shit
That's boss shit
Who the fuck is these n***as? I don't fuck with these n***as
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
N***as talking, don't listen
No talking, I don't trust 'em
Who the fuck is these n***as? I don't fuck with these n***as
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 n***as? I don't fuck with these n***as
Drill shit came from us, and the hitters is my homies
I'm a God on Earth
Real n***as since birth
I don't know 'em, n***as new
Unreal, n***as foo (foo foo!)
[?] they ain't came with you?
Who the fuck is these n***as? I don't fuck with these n***as
I don't smoke with these n***as
I don eat with these n***as
I ain't starve with these n***as
I ain't rob with these n***as
I ain't shoot with these n***as
I ain't grind with these n***as
I ain't shine with these n***as
I don't pour up with these n***as
Who the fuck is these n***as? I don't fuck with these n***as

Man these n***as bitch, can't trust 'em far as I can throw 'em
N***as 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 n***as? I don't fuck with these n***as
I don't know these n***as OG, these n***as 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 n***as? I don't fuck with these n***as
Smoking dope to the face
Real shit I embrace, (uh)