Kodak Black and Chief Keef - Who Want The Smoke Remix

(Sliim Beats)

Young nigga, I got old cash, now I got new money
I 'on't like doin' no fucking interviews, I be in the room mumblin'
Dissing on the 'Gram, but when I see him, I'ma have dudes runnin'
Ain't too many niggas around this bitch stamping, so they know who done it
That's why I got my TEC and that's a bet, even on B-E-T
I don't care 'bout this check, I'm living reck', I be on PCP
They know I'm that nigga for them issues, they wanna team with me
Once you say it's up, my nigga it's up 'cause it can be this week
Thuggin' hard, AK's in they arse in the muscle cars
Fuck the blogs, fuck this music shit 'cause I be bussin' frogs
I'ma bulldozer, make a nigga scoot over, bitch, I run my session
And you ain't gotta like me, you ain't even gotta respect me, just don't disrespect me
Postin' guns, rappin' 'bout that smoke, boy, you know you ass
Playin' dumb, actin' like I'm slow just to see who fast
Lil' nigga 'round make them take me serious like I'm six-feet-nine
Better stay far away and keep security, 'cause I'm on your line
Fuck with mine, you know bullets flyin', you know mamas cryin'
Fuck 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 hollin', "RIP that guy, he was on the rise"

All my snipers clap
I don't like to rap
Who gon' fuck with Yak?
I killed eight niggas

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 ass 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 snatch (sku-du-sku)
Broski in here baggin' a book up, told him close that
Almighty don't like nobody, bitch, you know that
Pussy postin' 'em damn old racks, boy, them throwbacks
Run in the trap, we leave yo' dome 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 get kites and send 'em right back (Sosa baby)
Like my daddy, I'll be right back, I'll be right back (GBE baby)
Franchize 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 ya hit the block fast, get yo' car spinned
It's with a stick like a rock band, some guitar shit (sku-du-sku)
Hit yo' block, we don't hit Walmart's, we hit targets (sku-sku-sku)
Chief Sosa on some big shit, that's some hard shit
Draco with the big wood on it, on some court shit
Pull up, shock yo' damn block up, now you're porky
Nah, I ain't got no horses but I got Porsches
Fuck yo' mom, I'm in that bitch, should've had a abortion
Little ass nigga, I can take him like some courses
Thank God I was fortunate to have a fortune (money)
How the fuck the Desert Eagle kick like a horse kick? (Money gang, baby)

What the fuck they know? (Du-du-duh)
Trappin' in front of that fuckin' store (sku-sku-sku)
With a stick tryna buss a nigga (bang)
Yeah (ayy)

Written by:
Bill K. Kapri, Keith Cozart

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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