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Lil Durk, 21 Savage, G Herbo, Nardo Wick - Who Want Smoke??

Who Want Smoke??
Lil Durk, 21 Savage, G Herbo, Nardo Wick
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[Intro: Nardo Wick]
I'm wicked,
I'm wicked,
I'm wicked,
I'm wicked.
(EMKAY)

[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Nigga, who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Nigga, who want smoke with me?

[Verse 1: Nardo Wick]
Who want smoke with me? I'm tryna fuck a nigga lungs up,
They be like, "Nardo, put them damn guns up!"
Fuck 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 niggas hidin', I'm likе, "Where they at? It ain't no fun now!"
7.62s big as hеll'll knock a nigga 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 fuck with jakes,
I'ma kill fourteen niggas if thirteen bitch niggas play.
I think my Draco might be gay. (Why?) 'Cause he blow niggas.
I just got a brand new Lolli, that's a four-nickel,
Call me Nardo yes-man, I don't know niggas,
You can send your best man, you gon' lose your best hitter.

[Refrain: Nardo Wick]
What the fuck is that?
What the fuck is that?
That's how I step on niggas
(How I step on these bitch ass niggas, yeah, man, what?)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
They be on my page like, "Slide for Von," I know they trollin' me,
Outside with y'all big homie, be on, I keep them folks with me,
Got it back in blood, y'all just don't know, that's how it 'posed to be,
Called him for a feature just to kill him 'cause we know he sweet.
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, who the fuck is that?
Bro, go check the door, look out the window, don't forget the strap,
I be on they ass, when I see opps, I do forget I rap,
I be on this shit wherever I'm at, I learned that from the 'Raq.
He gon' drink whatever a nigga sell him just to say he high,
They be like, "He wasn't even with that shit," whenever a nigga die,
Emergency room gon' always lie to y'all whenever a nigga die,
Sayin' a nigga stable as they check, just to keep y'all quiet.
Bronem stomp his ass,
Better do what Nardo said, 'cause niggas die for pumpin' gas,
Why you act like that shit so exclusive? Bitch, that's public ass,
Can't no nigga we don't fuck 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,
Ayy, who you killed? Steady talkin' like you did a drill,
We gon' kill you sober, who done told you that I need a pill?

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Real-deal stepper, put my toe on that boy,
You Mickey Mouse, bitch, you went and told on that boy,
All my guns come with a switch 'cause I'm fuckin rich
I don't type no tweets or throw no fists, get shot in your shit.
Old niggas steady tryna diss, fuck up off my dick,
Caught him leavin bingo with his bitch and we sent a blitz,
Nardo tryna fight me 'bout the stick, it's his turn to blick,
I can't even roll my opps in shit, pussies don't exist.
One, two, three, four niggas mad I fucked they ho,
Five, six, seven, eight pussies 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 fuck is that?
What the fuck is that?
Hit that lil' bitch from the back.
Pest control, who called 'bout rats?

[Chorus: G Herbo]
Who want smoke with us?
Who want smoke with us?
Who want smoke with us?
Who want smoke with us?
Who want smoke with us?
Who want smoke with us, nigga?

[Verse 4: G Herbo]
I be with real killers, I'm a rappin' street nigga.
Copy, paste, delete niggas
Can't wait 'til we see niggas.
Who want smoke? It's free,
All the oppers sweet, Swisher,
Hop out middle of the street, hit him,
Soon as he fall off his feet, kill him.
Been out all week,
Seen three R.I.P. pictures,
My shooters all eatin',
You can tell that we richer.
Pull up ballin', swish,
Been on all the hits,
Now I'm all legit,
Shout out Nardo Wick, that's lil' bro, bitch!
One, two, three, four, fuck the opps, them niggas hoes,
Five, six, seven, eight, slammin' rakes, we GDK,
Nine, ten, 'leven, twelve, no mask, still ain't go to jail,
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 hell,
Fuck that shit, I just prevail,
AR hold a hundred shells,
Aim that bitch, shoot everywhere,
No Limit, I never care,
Spin they block, they never there, pussies!

[Refrain: G Herbo]
What the fuck is that?
What the fuck is that?
Cost a fuckin' check,
Bah, touch my fuckin' neck.

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