Who Want Smoke
Who want smoke? (Yeah)
Who want smoke? (Let's go, let's go)
Who want smoke? (Let's go, let's go)
Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? (Yeah)
Who want smoke? (Let's go, let's go)
(Let's go, let's go)
Who want smoke? (Yeah)
Who wants smoke?
Who want smoke?
Yeah
Ayy, these niggas really be hoes
Huh, yeah, it could be your own bro
All my niggas with it they ready to go
One of one dip gang, that's all I know
He might want this shit, don't need it
Got that chopper on me when I'm leaving
I'm on these perks feel like I'm dreaming
I'm on that lean feel like I'm Weezy
Niggas be opps, ain't doing no linking
Pull a drive-by in the back of a demon
Skrrt off, skrrt off, might mistreat 'em
Skrrt off, skrrt off, I'm gon leave 'em
Niggas pop that gangsta shit until they get hurt
Fuck all the pillow talking I put 'em in the dirt
Is you plottin' on ya fam? Which one ya work
Is you plottin' on ya fam? Which one ya work
Always got your hand out never go to work
My right hand told me 'bout it, had to see it first
These niggas worser than my ho, might buy yo' ass a purse
Niggas scary, niggas pussy, need to go to church
Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? (Let's go, let's go)
Who want smoke? (Let's go, let's go)
Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? (Yeah)
Who want smoke? (Let's go, let's go)
Who want smoke? (Yeah)
Who wants smoke?
Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? (Let's go, let's go)
Who want smoke? (Let's go, let's go)
Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? (Yeah)
Who want smoke? (Let's go, let's go)
(Let's go, let's go)
Who want smoke? (Yeah)
Who wants smoke?
Who want smoke?
Yeah
Ayy, these niggas really be hoes
Huh, yeah, it could be your own bro
All my niggas with it they ready to go
One of one dip gang, that's all I know
He might want this shit, don't need it
Got that chopper on me when I'm leaving
I'm on these perks feel like I'm dreaming
I'm on that lean feel like I'm Weezy
Niggas be opps, ain't doing no linking
Pull a drive-by in the back of a demon
Skrrt off, skrrt off, might mistreat 'em
Skrrt off, skrrt off, I'm gon leave 'em
Niggas pop that gangsta shit until they get hurt
Fuck all the pillow talking I put 'em in the dirt
Is you plottin' on ya fam? Which one ya work
Is you plottin' on ya fam? Which one ya work
Always got your hand out never go to work
My right hand told me 'bout it, had to see it first
These niggas worser than my ho, might buy yo' ass a purse
Niggas scary, niggas pussy, need to go to church
Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? (Let's go, let's go)
Who want smoke? (Let's go, let's go)
Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? (Yeah)
Who want smoke? (Let's go, let's go)
Who want smoke? (Yeah)
Who wants smoke?
Who want smoke?
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Writer(s): Bryan Lamar Simmons, Robert John Richardson, Vas Colman
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