Nardo Wick – Who Want Smoke?? (Lyrics) ft. Lil Durk, 21 Savage & G Herbo

Nardo Wick – Who Want Smoke?? (Lyrics) ft. Lil Durk, 21 Savage & G Herbo
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➥ Lyrics:

Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
N*gga, who want smoke with me?

[Verse 1: Nardo Wick]
Who want smoke with me? I’m tryna fuck a n*gga 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 n*ggas hidin’, I’m like where they at? It ain’t no fun now
7.62s, thеy big as hell, knock a n*gga lungs out
One, two, three, four (Kick your door, get on thе 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 n*ggas if thirteen bitch n*ggas play
I think my Draco might be gay (Why?), ’cause he blow n*ggas
I just got a brand new Lolli, that’s a four nickel
Call me Nardo, yes, man, I don’t know n*ggas
You can send your best man, you gon’ lose your best hitta

[Refrain: Nardo Wick & Lil Durk]
What the fuck is that?
What the fuck is that?
That’s how I step on n*ggas
(How I step on these bitch ass n*ggas, yeah, man, what?)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
They be on my page like, “Slide for Von,” I know they trollin’ me (Cap)
Outside with your 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)
Call him for a feature just to kill him ’cause we know he sweet (Grrah, grrah)
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh, who the fuck is that? (Yeah, yeah)
Bro gon’ check the door, look out the window, don’t forget the strap (Let’s get it)
I be on they ass, when I see opps, I do forget I rap (I do)
I be on this shit wherever I’m at, I learned that from the ‘Raq (‘Raq)
He gon’ drink whatever a n*gga sell him just to say he high
They be like, “He wasn’t even with that shit,” whenever a n*gga die (He gone)
Emergency room gon’ always lie to y’all whenever a n*gga die (True)
Sayin’ a n*gga stable as they check, just to keep y’all quiet (Let’s get it)
Bronem stomp his ass, better do what Nardo said ’cause n*ggas die for pumping gas (Boom)
Why you act like that shit so exclusive? Bitch, that’s public ass (Public ass)
Can’t no n*gga that we don’t fuck with come around, we stomp his ass
Nardo, Voice, creep up out the cut, we like, shh, shh
Nardo, Voice, catch him before he run, that gun go shh, shh (Grrah)
Ayy, who you killed? Steady talking like you did a drill (Gang)
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 (21)
You Mickey Mouse, bitch, you went and told on that boy (Pussy)
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 (On God)
Old n*gga steady tryna diss, fuck up off my dick (21)
Caught him leaving bingo with his bitch, and we sent a blitz (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
Nardo tryna fight me ’bout the stick, it’s his turn to blick
I can’t even roll my opps in shit, pussy don’t exist (On God)
One, two, three, four, n*ggas mad I fucked they ho
Five, six, seven, eight, pussies that got hit with this K
Nine, ten, eleven, fuck twelve, ain’t got L’s, we on the chase
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, hollows tips they hit his face

[Refrain: 21 Savage]

[Verse 4: G Herbo]
I be with real killers, I’m a rappin’ street n*gga (Street nigga)
Copy, paste, delete n*ggas (Ayy)
Can’t wait ’til we see n*ggas (Okay)
Who want smoke? It’s free (Smoke, it’s free)
All the oppers sweet, Swishers
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
All my shooters, all eat (All of them)
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, bitch (That’s lil’ bro)
One, two, three, four, fuck the opps, them n*ggas hoes
Five, six, seven, eight, slam the rakes, we GDK
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, no mask, still ain’t go to jail (Brrr)
Hunnid 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 hunnid shells
Aim that bitch, shoot everywhere
No Limit, I never care
Spin they block, they never there (Pussy)