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letra de who want smoke?? - rotorial

[intro: nardo wick]
i’m wicked
(sliim beats)

[verse 1: kodak black]
young n-gga, 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 n-ggas around this b-tch 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-gga, f-ck them issues, they wanna team with me
once you say it’s up, my n-gga’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 sh-t ’cause i be bussin’ fraud
i’m a bulldozer, make a n-gga scoot over, b-tch, i run my section
and you ain’t gotta like me, 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’ n-gga 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
n-gga tryna to come up off my shine, n-gga, 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’ f-ck with yak?
i k!lled eight n-ggas

[chorus: nardo wick]
who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with me?
n-gga, who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with me?
n-gga, who want smoke with me?

[verse 2: nardo wick]
who want smoke with me? i’m tryna f-ck a n-gga lungs up
they be like, “nardo, put them d-mn guns up”
f-ck that, say, “big brother, bring them guns out”
when it’s smoke, we get to spinnin’ while the sun out
i ain’t never lackin’, i pump gas with my gun out
scream out, “what’s happenin’?” then get to bussin’ ’til it run out
all these n-ggas hidin’, i’m like where they at? it ain’t no fun now
7.62s big as h-ll’ll knock a n-gga lungs out
one, two, three, four (kick your door, get on the floor)
five, six, seven, eight (don’t make no noise, i’ll eat your face)
nine, ten, eleven, we ain’t gon’ say that number, we don’t f-ck with jakes
i’ma k!ll fourteen n-ggas if thirteen b-tch n-ggas play
i think my draco might be g-y (why?), ’cause he blow n-ggas
i just got a brand new lolli, that’s a four-nickel
call me nardo yes-man, i don’t know n-ggas
you can send your best man, you gon’ lose your best hitter
[refrain: nardo wick & lil durk]
what the f-ck is that?
what the f-ck is that?
that’s how i step on n-ggas
(how i step on these b-tch-ass n-ggas, yeah, man, what?)

[verse 3: lil durk]
they be on my page like, “slide for von,” i know they trollin’ me (cap)
outside with y’all big homie, be on, i keep them folks with me (bop)
got it back in blood, y’all just don’t know, that’s how it ‘posed to be (shh)
called him for a feature just to k!ll him ’cause we know he sweet (grrah, grrah)
uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, who the f-ck is that?
bro, go check the door, look out the window, don’t forget the strap (let’s get it)
i be on they ass when i see opps, i do forget i rap (i do)
i be on this sh-t wherever i’m at, i learned that from the ‘raq
he gon’ drink whatever a n-gga sell him just to say he high
they be like, “he wasn’t even with that sh-t,” whenever a n-gga die (he gone)
emergency room gon’ always lie to y’all whenever a n-gga die (true)
sayin’ a n-gga stable as they check, just to keep y’all quiet (let’s get it)
bronem stomp his ass
better do what nardo said, ’cause n-ggas die for pumpin’ gas (boom)
why you act like that sh-t so exclusive? b-tch, that’s public ass (public ass)
can’t no n-gga we don’t f-ck with come around, we stomp his ass
nardo voice, creep up out that cut, we like shh, shh
nardo voice, catch him before he run, that gun go shh, shh (grrah)
ayy, who you k!lled? steady talkin’ like you did a drill (gang)
we gon’ k!ll you sober, who done told you that i need a pill? gang
[verse 4: 21 savage]
real-deal stepper, put my toe on that boy
you mickey mouse, b-tch, you went and told on that boy
all my guns come with a switch ’cause i’m f-ckin’ rich
i don’t type no tweets or throw no fists, get shot in your sh-t
old n-ggas steady tryna diss, f-ck up off my d-ck
caught him leaving bingo with his b-tch and we sent a blitz
nardo tryna fight me ’bout the stick, it’s his turn to bl!ck
i can’t even roll my opps in sh-t, p-ssies don’t exist
one, two, three, four n-ggas mad i f-cked they ho
five, six, seven, eight p-ssies that got hit with this k
nine, ten, eleven, twelve, don’t got l’s, they gotta chase
thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen hollow tips, they hit his face

[refrain: 21 savage]
what the f-ck is that? (what the f-ck is that?)
what the f-ck is that? (what the f-ck is that?)
hit that lil’ b-tch from the back (fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
pest control, who called ’bout rats? (p-ssy)

[chorus: g herbo]
who want smoke with us?
who want smoke with us?
who want smoke with us? (who want smoke with me?)
who want smoke with us? (who want smoke?)
who want smoke with us? (f-ck n-gga)
who want smoke with us (brr), n-gga? (ayy)

[verse 5: g herbo]
i be with real k!llers, i’m a rappin’ street n-gga (street n-gga)
copy, paste, delete n-ggas (ayy)
can’t wait ’til we see n-ggas (okay)
who want smoke? it’s free (smoke, it’s free)
all the oppers sweet, swisher
hop out middle of the street, hit him (hit him)
soon as he fall off his feet, k!ll him
been out all week
seen three r.i.p. pictures
my shooters all eatin’ (all of ’em)
you can tell that we richer
pull up ballin’, swish
been on all the hits (all the hits)
now i’m all legit (all legit)
shout out nardo wick (that’s lil’ bro), b-tch
one, two, three, four, f-ck the opps, them n-ggas hoes
five, six, seven, eight, slammin’ rakes, we gdk
nine, ten, ‘leven, twelve, no mask, still ain’t go to jail (brr)
hundred k checks in the mail
put that away just for bail
all the crack we used to sell
auntie house still got the smell
fans be negative as h-ll
f-ck that sh-t, i just prevail
ar hold a hundred sh-lls
aim that b-tch, shoot everywhere
no limit, i never care
spin they block, they never there (p-ssy)

[refrain: g herbo, kodak black]
what the f-ck is that? (what the f-ck is that?)
what the f-ck is that? (what the f-ck is that?)
cost a f-ckin’ check
bah, touch my f-ckin’ neck (i k!lled eight-)

[verse 6: chief keef]
young n-gga, i got new cash, i got old cash
godd-mn, 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
b-tch, i got a fresh gross pack and you know that
hunnid k up in my coat, pocket on the coat rack
pretty chocolate b-tch so black, got her soul sn-tched (duh)
broski in here baggin’ a book up told him close that
almighty don’t like n0body, b-tch, you know that
p-ssy postin’ ’em d-mn old racks, boy them throwbacks
run in the trap, we leave yo’ throat back, on the doormat
broski in here kinda booked 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
franchize boys, i think they like me, think they like me (like me)
yellow b-tch, she light the room up, ’cause she lightskin
told me she don’t wanna go nowhere, i’m excitin’
the sh-lls in this d-mn 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 sh-t
hit yo’ block, we don’t hit walmart’s, we hit targets
chief sosa on some big sh-t, that’s some hard sh-t
draco with the big wood on it, on some court sh-t
pull up, chop yo’ d-mn 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 b-tch, should’ve had abortion
little-ass n-gga, 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)

[outro: chief keef]
what the f-ck they know? (duduh)
trappin’ in front of that f-ckin’ store (duduh)
with a stick tryna buss a n-gga (bang)
yeah (ayy)

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