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Who Want Smoke Remix
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Kodak Black
Featuring(s) : Chief Keef
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[Nardo Wick] I'm wakin' up Sliim Beats [Kodak Black] Young nigga, I got old cash, now I got new money I don't like to do no f*cking 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 niggas around this bitch 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 nigga, f*ck them issues, they wanna team with me Once you say it's up, my nigga's up 'cause it could be this week Thuggin' hard, AK's and AR's in the muscle cars f*ck the blogs, f*ck this music shit 'cause I be bussin' fraud I'm a bulldozer, make a nigga scoot ovеr, bitch, I run my section And you ain't gotta like me, you ain't еven gotta respect me, just don't disrespect me Postin' gun, rappin' 'bout that smoke, boy, you know you ass Playin' dumb, actin' like I'm slow just to see who fast Lil' nigga 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*ck with mine, you know bullets flyin', you know mommas cryin' f*ck these diamonds get in that attire when it's huntin' time Nigga tryna to come up off my shine, nigga, you know he dyin' They'll be hollering, RIP that guy, he was on the rise [Kodak Black] All my snipers clap I don't like to rap Who gon' f*ck with Yak? I killed eight niggas [Chief Keef] Young nigga, I got new cash, I got old cash Goddamn, it's the GOAT, man, it's the GOAT, man Fed ask where the pole at, we don't show that Pig ask where the dope at, can't disclose that Bitch, I got a fresh Gross pack and you know that Hunnid K up in my coat pocket on the coat rack Pretty chocolate bitch so black, got her soul snatched (Dududuh) Broski in here baggin' a book up, told him close that Almighty don't like nobody, bitch, you know that p*ssy postin' 'em damn 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 ass boys, I think they like me, think they like me (Like me) Yellow bitch, she light the room up, 'cause she lightskin Told me she don't wanna go nowhere, I'm excitin' The shells in this damn 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 shit Hit yo' block, we don't hit Walmart's, we hit targets Chief Sosa on some big shit, that's some hard shit Draco with the big wood on it, on some court shit Pull up, chop yo' damn block up, now you're porky No, I ain't got no horses but I got Porsches f*ck yo' mom, I'm in that bitch, should've had abortion Little ass nigga, I can take him like some courses Thank God I was fortunate to have a fortune (Money) How the f*ck the Desert Eagle kick like a horse kick? (Money gang baby) [Chief Keef] What the f*ck they know? (Dududuh) Trappin' in front of that f*ckin' store (Dududuh) With a stick tryna buss a nigga (Bang) Yeah (Ayy)
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