Chief Keef - Who Want Smoke (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] See EmKay Beats Sliim Beats [Verse 1: Kodak Black] Young ni**a, I got old cash, now I got new money I 'on't like doin' no fu*king 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 ni**as 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 ni**a, fu*k them issues, they wanna team with me Once you say it's up, my ni**a's up 'cause it could be this week Thuggin' hard, AK's in they arse in the muscle cars fu*k the blogs, fu*k this music sh*t 'cause I be bussin' fraud I'm a bulldozer, make a ni**a 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 ass Playin' dumb, actin' like I'm slow just to see who fast Lil' ni**a 'round make them take me serious like I'm sixty-nine Better stay far away and keep security 'cause I'm on your line fu*k with mine, you know bullets flyin', you know mommas cry fu*k these diamonds gettin' at the tile when it's huntin' time ni**a tryna to come up on my shine, ni**a, you know he dyin' There'll be hollow, RIP that guy, he was on the rise [Bridge: Kodak Black] All my snipers clap I don't like to rap Who gon' fu*k with Yak? I killed eight ni**as [Verse 2: Chief Keef] Young ni**a, I got new cash, I got old cash God damn, it's the GOAT, man, it's the GOAT, man Fat ass with a pole at, we don't show that Big ass 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 Pussy 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 ass 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 fu*k yo' mom, I'm in that b*tch, should've had abortion Little ass ni**a, I can take him like some quartz since Thank God I was fortunate to have a fortune (Money) How the fu*k the Desert Eagle kick like a horse kick? (Money gang baby) [Outro: Chief Keef] What the fu*k they know? (Dududuh) Choppa in front of that fu*kin' store (Dududuh) With a stick tryna buss a ni**a (Bang) Yeah (Ayy)