who want Smoke (feat. Dae Dae, Bdoe, 56Jimmy, JHE FATZ, Jay56 & Dre56)

Ayy, I don't let it drape, bitch
Yeah, 5'6, the bricks, that's where we post at
Yeah, at that store, nigga
Uh-huh

Who won't smoke with us
Who won't smoke with us
Who won't smoke with us
Who won't smoke with us

Who won't smoke with us
Ayy, uh
One, two, three, four
Fuck the optum niggas hoes

Five, six, seven, eight
Bitch, you know we came with caves
Nine, 10, 11, 12
We don't fuck them niggas, they fuck with James

Bet you hear that spark
You pop out that dart
Folks in them got a switch
Then they got the part

Pull up on that nigga
We pop out that dart
All he see was beams
He ain't see the sparks

All he see was beams
He ain't see the sparks
Fuck it, change the subject
Every time I'm on my block, I'm clutching

Fuck it, change the subject
Every time I'm on my block, I'm trapping
Catch a opp in traffic, bet I stab him
I ain't need the switch

Till that bitch on Philly
And that bitch, I swear to God, it glitz
Ha, bitch
Who won't smoke with us

Every time we on that block
I swear we got them glitties tucked
12 hoes try to pop out on the block
We can't get up through

Ah, fuck it
We can't get up through
Who won't smoke with us
Every time we rolling up

Catch another opp, I swear to God
We roll them in the dutch
We ain't got a dutch, we rolling woods
Who won't smoke with us

Hold on, tell me till I'm in the cut
Tryna poke him up
Ah, bitch
Don't come smoke with us

Don't come smoke with us
Niggas don't want smoke with us
Seen that nigga, I don't like
And I fucked him up

Now I'm smoking him
And now we tweaking up
We don't knuckle up
Yeah, bitch, he's blowing up

Jury in the back with the Mac
And we suited up
Yeah, who won't smoke with us
Gas, you can't smoke with us

I bought a K about to store
I'm about to blow him up
Don't give no fucks
I got a chopper

And it's gold as fuck
Two horns on my head
Young nigga, yeah, you know I'm gold as fuck
I ain't give a fuck

Because the chopper, yeah, it's gold as fuck
God just gave me back
Because he said that bitch was blowing, bruh
Ayy, 5'6", no, we gang, gang

You know that we insane
Catch him coming out the store
We pull up on these buses, break
Ayy, left his ass on the floor

We left him bleeding so he'll stay
Y'all know how I'm coming
Lil Joe never fuck with lames, ayy
Who the fuck is that

Call him after Stevenson
That bitch, he ain't coming back
Post up on the 5'5", on the 6
That's where them guns at

I only trust the bitch
That's on my mind
That's where the money at
Put you in the spittle, nigga

That can't fix your tummy back
Nope, Long Lake Dre, bitch
Long Lake Lucci, bitch
You know we spinning, bitch

Bah, bah, bah