Kodak Black – Who Want Smoke (Remix) Lyrics
Artist: Kodak Black
Song: Who Want Smoke (Remix)
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Young n#gg#, I got old cash, now I got new money
I ‘on’t like doin’ no f#cking 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 n#gg#s around this b#tch 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 cheque, I’m living rackless, I be on PCP
They know I’m that n#gg#, f#ck them issues, they wanna team with me
Once you say it’s up, my n#gg#’s up ’cause it could be this week
Thuggin’ hard, AK’s in they arse 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#gg# scoot over, b#tch, I run my sеssion
And you ain’t gotta like me, you ain’t evеn gotta respect me, just don’t disrespect me
Postin’ gun, rappin’ ’bout that smoke, boy, you know you #ss
Playin’ dumb, actin’ like I’m slow just to see who fast
Lil’ n#gg# ’round make them take me serious like I’m sixty-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 cry
f#ck these diamonds gettin’ at the tile when it’s huntin’ time
n#gg# tryna to come up on my shine, n#gg#, you know he dyin’
There’ll be hollow, RIP that guy, he was on the rise
All my snipers clap
I don’t like to rap
Who gon’ f#ck with Yak?
I killed eight n#gg#s
Young n#gg#, I got new cash, I got old cash
God damn, it’s the GOAT, man, it’s the GOAT, man
Fat #ss with a pole at, we don’t show that
Big #ss with a dope at, can’t disclose that
b#tch, I got a fresh Gross pack and you know that
Hunnid K up in my cold pocket on the cold rack
Pretty chocolate b#tch so black, gotta soul snatch (Bulletproof)
Broski in her bag and I book up, told him close that
Almighty don’t like nobody, b#tch, you know that
p#ss# postin’ ’em down all racks, boy them throwbacks
Run in the trap, we leave yo throat back, on the dope MAC
Broski in her count and I 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
Like my daddy, I’ll be right back, I’ll be right back
French #ss boys, I think they like me, think they like me (Like me)
Yellow b#tch, she like the rumor ’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 like the rumor, but I’m dark skin
In the racket, hit the block fast, get yo’ car spit
It’s with a 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, shock yo’ damn block up, now you’re pointin’
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 #ss n#gg#, I can take him like some quartz since
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)
What the f#ck they know? (Dududuh)
Choppa in front of that f#ckin’ store (Dududuh)
With a stick tryna buss a n#gg# (Bang)
Yeah (Ayy)
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Release Year: 2016