Download Kodak Black Ft. Chief Keef - Who Want Smoke Remix

[Intro: Nardo Wick]

I'm wicked

Sliim Beats

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]

Young nigga, I got old cash, now I got new money

I don't like to do no fucking 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, fuck 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

Fuck the blogs, fuck this music shit 'cause I be bussin' fraud

I'm a bulldozer, makе a nigga scoot over, bitch, 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 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

Fuck with mine, you know bullets flyin', you know mommas 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 hollering, R.I.P that guy, he was on the rise

[Bridge: Kodak Black]

All my snipers clap

I don't like to rap

Who gon' fuck with Yak?

I killed eight niggas

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]

Young nigga, I got new cash, I got old cash

Goddamn, 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 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

Pussy 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

Fuck 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 fuck the Desert Eagle kick like a horse kick? (Money gang baby)

[Outro: Chief Keef]

What the fuck they know? (Dududuh)

Trappin' in front of that fuckin' store (Dududuh)

With a stick tryna buss a nigga (Bang)

Yeah (Ayy)