🎵 Kodak Black - Who Want Smoke (Remix) (feat. Chief Keef)

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Lyrics to ‘Who Want Smoke’ by Kodak Black and Chief Keef:

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Young n*gga, I got old cash and I got new money
I don’t like doing no fucking interviews, I be in the room mumblin’
Dissin’ on the ‘gram but when I see ‘em, I’ma have dudes running
Ain’t too many n*ggas around this bitch stepping so they know who done it
Everywhere I got my Tec’ and that’s a bet
Even on BET
I don’t care about the check, I’m living wreck’
I be on PCP
They know I’m that n*gga for them issues
They wanna team with me
Once you say it’s up, my n*gga it’s up, ‘cause it can be this week
Thuggin’ hard, AK’s in they arse, in the monster cars
Fuck the blogs and fuck this music shit, ‘cause I be bustin’ frauds
I’m a bulldozer, make a n*gga scoot over
Bitch, I run my sessions
N*gga ain’t like me
You ain’t even gotta respect me, just don’t disrespect me
Post a gun, rapping ‘bout that smoke
Boy, you know you ass
Playing dumb, acting like I’m slow, just to see who fast
Lil’ n*gga but I make them take me serious like I’m 69
Better stay far away and keep security ‘cause I’m on your line
Fuck with mine, you know bullets flying
You know Mama’s crying
For these diamonds, get in and out in time when it’s hunting time
N*gga tryna come up off my shine then you know he dying
They’ll be howlin’
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 8 n*ggas

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Young n*gga, 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
100K up in my coat pocket on a coat racket
British chocolate bitch, so black, got a soul snatch
Broski in here backing the book up, told him close that
I don’t really like nobody, bitch you know that
Pussy posting them damn old racks, boy them throwbacks
Run in the trap, we leave your throat back on the doormat
Broski in here counting the book up, tryna close that
Beat him 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 Keiss to 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
Yellow bitch, she light the room up ‘cause she light skin
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 it hit the block fast get your car spent
With a stick, like a rock band, some guitar shit
Hit your block, we don’t hit Walmarts, we hit Targets
Chief Sosa on some big shit, that’s some hard shit
Draco with the big wood on it, on some car shit
Pull up, chop your damn block up, now you’re parking
Naw, I ain’t got no horses but I got Porsches
Fuck your Momma, I’m in that bitch
Shoulda had a abortion
Little ass n*gga, I can take her like some courses
Thank god, I was fortunate to have a fortune
How the fuck the Desert Eagle kick like a horse kick?
What the fuck they know?
Trappin’ in front of that fuckin’ store
With a stick, tryna buss a n*gga
Yeah, ay

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