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Who Want Smoke (Remix) - Kodak Black/Chief Keef
Nardo Wick：
Sliim Beats
Kodak Black：
Young n***a I got old cash now I got new money
I don't like to do no f**king interviews I be in the room mumblin'
Dissing on the 'Gram but when I see him I'ma have dude runnin'
Ain't too many n***as around this b***h steppin' so they know who done it
Everywhere I go I got my TEC and that's a bet even on B-E-T
I don't care 'bout this cheque I'm living wreck I be on PCP
They know I'm that n***a f**k them issues they wanna team with me
Once you say it's up my n***a's up 'cause it could be this week
Thuggin' hard AK's and AR's in the muscle cars
F**k the blogs f**k this music s**t 'cause I be bussin' fraud
I'm a bulldozer makе a n***a scoot over b***h I run my section
And you ain't gotta like mе you ain't even gotta respect me
Just don't disrespect me
Postin' gun rappin' 'bout that smoke boy you know you a*s
Playin' dumb actin' like I'm slow just to see who fast
Lil' n***a but I make 'em take me serious like I'm six feet nine
Better stay far away and keep security 'cause I'm on your line
F**k with mine you know bullets flyin' you know mommas cryin'
F**k these diamonds get in that attire when it's huntin' time
N***a tryna to come up off my shine n***a you know he dyin'
They'll be hollering R.I.P that guy he was on the rise
All my snipers clap
I don't like to rap
Who gon' f**k with Yak
I killed eight n***as
Chief Keef：
Young n***a I got new cash I got old cash
Godd**n it's the G.O.A.T man it's the G.O.A.T man
Fed ask where the pole at we don't show that
Pig ask where the d**e at can't disclose that
B***h I got a fresh Gross pack and you know that
Hunnid K up in my coat pocket on the coat rack
Pretty chocolate b***h so black got her soul snatched
Broski in here baggin' a book up told him close that
Almighty don't like nobody b***h you know that
P***y postin' 'em d**n old racks boy them throwbacks
Run in the trap we leave yo throat back on the doormat
Broski in here countin' a book up tryna close that
Beat 'em up we gave his nose back with a ice pack
Better thank me I gave his life back with a life hack
If I go to jail I'll get kites and send 'em right back
Like my daddy I'll be right back I'll be right back
French a*s boys I think they like me think they like me
Yellow b***h she light the room up 'cause she lightskin
Told me she don't wanna go nowhere I'm excitin'
The shells in this d**n new choppa look like ice picks
Baby said I light the room up but I'm dark skin
In the Raq hit the block fast get yo' car spit
Swing the stick like a rock band some guitar s**t
Hit yo' block we don't hit Walmart's we hit targets
Chief Sosa on some big s**t that's some hard s**t
Draco with the big wood on it on some court s**t
Pull up chop yo' d**n block up now you're porky
No I ain't got no horses but I got Porsches
F**k yo' mom I'm in that b***h should've had abortion
Little a*s n***a I can take him like some courses
Thank God I was fortunate to have a fortune
How the f**k the Desert Eagle kick like a horse kick
What the f**k they know
Trappin' in front of that f**kin' store
With a stick tryna buss a n***a
Bang
Yeah
Ayy