Kodak Black x Chief Keef Who Want Smoke Remix
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Drip Bayless
Superstar
p*ssy POSTING THEM OLD RACKS, BOY DEM IS THROWBACKS
MIC Que
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Fye
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Young nikka, I got new cash, I got old cash
Goddamn, it's the GOAT, man, it's the GOAT, man
Fed ask where the pole at, we don't show that
Pig ask where the dope at, can't disclose that
bytch, I got a fresh Gross pack and you know that
Hunnid K up in my coat pocket on the coat rack
Pretty chocolate bytch so black, got her soul snatched (Dududuh)
Broski in here baggin' a book up, told him close that
Almighty don't like nobody, bytch, you know that
p*ssy postin' 'em damn old racks, boy them throwbacks
Run in the trap, we leave yo throat back, on the doormat
Broski in here countin' a 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'll 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 bytch, she light the room up, '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 light the room up, but I'm dark skin
In the Raq, hit the block fast, get yo' car spit
Swing the stick like a rock band, some guitar shyt
Hit yo' block, we don't hit Walmart's, we hit targets
Chief Sosa on some big shyt, that's some hard shyt
Draco with the big wood on it, on some court shyt
Pull up, chop yo' damn block up, now you're porky
No, I ain't got no horses but I got Porsches
fukk yo' mom, I'm in that bytch, should've had abortion
Little ass nikka, I can take him like some courses
Thank God I was fortunate to have a fortune (Money)
How the fukk the Desert Eagle kick like a horse kick? (Money gang baby)
Young nikka, I got new cash, I got old cash
Goddamn, it's the GOAT, man, it's the GOAT, man
Fed ask where the pole at, we don't show that
Pig ask where the dope at, can't disclose that
bytch, I got a fresh Gross pack and you know that
Hunnid K up in my coat pocket on the coat rack
Pretty chocolate bytch so black, got her soul snatched (Dududuh)
Broski in here baggin' a book up, told him close that
Almighty don't like nobody, bytch, you know that
p*ssy postin' 'em damn old racks, boy them throwbacks
Run in the trap, we leave yo throat back, on the doormat
Broski in here countin' a 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'll 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 bytch, she light the room up, '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 light the room up, but I'm dark skin
In the Raq, hit the block fast, get yo' car spit
Swing the stick like a rock band, some guitar shyt
Hit yo' block, we don't hit Walmart's, we hit targets
Chief Sosa on some big shyt, that's some hard shyt
Draco with the big wood on it, on some court shyt
Pull up, chop yo' damn block up, now you're porky
No, I ain't got no horses but I got Porsches
fukk yo' mom, I'm in that bytch, should've had abortion
Little ass nikka, I can take him like some courses
Thank God I was fortunate to have a fortune (Money)
How the fukk the Desert Eagle kick like a horse kick? (Money gang baby)
Drip Bayless
Superstar
Dude has stepped his lyrics up something tremendous this year[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Young nikka, I got new cash, I got old cash
Goddamn, it's the GOAT, man, it's the GOAT, man
Fed ask where the pole at, we don't show that
Pig ask where the dope at, can't disclose that
bytch, I got a fresh Gross pack and you know that
Hunnid K up in my coat pocket on the coat rack
Pretty chocolate bytch so black, got her soul snatched (Dududuh)
Broski in here baggin' a book up, told him close that
Almighty don't like nobody, bytch, you know that
p*ssy postin' 'em damn old racks, boy them throwbacks
Run in the trap, we leave yo throat back, on the doormat
Broski in here countin' a 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'll 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 bytch, she light the room up, '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 light the room up, but I'm dark skin
In the Raq, hit the block fast, get yo' car spit
Swing the stick like a rock band, some guitar shyt
Hit yo' block, we don't hit Walmart's, we hit targets
Chief Sosa on some big shyt, that's some hard shyt
Draco with the big wood on it, on some court shyt
Pull up, chop yo' damn block up, now you're porky
No, I ain't got no horses but I got Porsches
fukk yo' mom, I'm in that bytch, should've had abortion
Little ass nikka, I can take him like some courses
Thank God I was fortunate to have a fortune (Money)
How the fukk the Desert Eagle kick like a horse kick? (Money gang baby)
Boy gotta drop a damn project, I done heard too much heat rock
Just played Project Baby 2 last nite and wondered if that "I just called Chief he said that's not it" was talking bout Keef. Love to see these boys click up
EDIT: Track cut off kinda awkward like it could be leading into another joint... Collab tape on the way?
EDIT: Track cut off kinda awkward like it could be leading into another joint... Collab tape on the way?
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