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rotorial - who want smoke?? كلمات الأغنية

[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)

- rotorial

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