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Who Want Smoke?? (Explicit) - Nardo Wick/Lil Durk/21 Savage/G Herbo
Lyrics by：Horace Walls/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Mark Läpple Onokey/Durk Banks/Dominique Jones/Carlos Pfersdorf
Composed by：Horace Walls/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Mark Läpple Onokey/Durk Banks/Dominique Jones/Carlos Pfersdorf
Nardo Wick：
I'm wicked
EMKAY
EMKAY EMKAY
Who want smoke with me
N***a who want smoke with me
I'm tryna f**k a n***a lungs up
They be like "Nardo put them d**n guns up"
F**k 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***as hidin' I'm like where they at
It ain't no fun now
7.62s big as hell'll knock a n***a 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**k with jakes
I'ma kill fourteen n***as if thirteen b***h n***as play
I think my Draco might be gay
Why
'Cause he blow n***as
I just got a brand new Lolli that's a four-nickel
Call me Nardo yes-man I don't know n***as
You can send your best man you gon' lose your best hitter
Nardo Wick/Lil Durk：
What the f**k is that

That's how I step on n***as
How I step on these b***h-a*s n***as yeah man what
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 kill him 'cause we know he sweet
Grrah grrah
Uh uh-uh-uh-uh-uh who the f**k is that
Bro go check the door look out the window don't forget the strap
Let's get it
I be on they a*s when I see opps I do forget I rap
I do
I be on this s**t wherever I'm at I learned that from the 'Raq
He gon' drink whatever a n***a sell him just to say he high
They be like "He wasn't even with that s**t" whenever a n***a die
He gone
Emergency room gon' always lie to y'all whenever a n***a die
True
Sayin' a n***a stable as they check just to keep y'all quiet
Bronem stomp his a*s
Better do what Nardo said 'cause n***as die for pumpin' gas
Boom
Why you act like that s**t so exclusive
B***h that's public a*s
Public a*s
Can't no n***a we don't f**k with come around we stomp his a*s
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 killed
Steady talkin' like you did a drill
Gang
We gon' kill you sober who done told you that I need a pill
21 Savage：
Real-deal stepper put my toe on that boy
You Mickey Mouse b***h you went and told on that boy
All my guns come with a switch 'cause I'm f**kin' rich
I don't type no tweets or throw no fists get shot in your s**t
Old n***as steady tryna diss f**k up off my d**k
Caught him leaving bingo with his b***h 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 s**t p***ies don't exist
One two three four n***as mad I f**ked they ho
Five six seven eight p***ies 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
Hit that lil' b***h from the back
Fah fah fah fah fah fah fah
Pest control who called 'bout rats
P***y
G Herbo：
Who want smoke with us
Who want smoke
F**k n***a
Brr
N***a
Ayy
I be with real killers I'm a rappin' street n***a
Street n***a
Copy paste delete n***as
Can't wait 'til we see n***as
Okay
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 kill 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***h
One two three four f**k the opps them n***as h*es
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
F**k that s**t I just prevail
AR hold a hundred shells
Aim that b***h shoot everywhere
No Limit I never care
Spin they block they never there
Cost a f**kin' check
Bah touch my f**kin' neck