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Nardo Wick – Who Want Smoke?? Lyrics

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


I’m wicked

I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wick

I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m (E-E-E-EMKAY)

I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked (EMKAY, EMKAY)

Who want smoke with me?

Who want smoke with me?

Who want smoke with me?

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

Who want smoke with me?

Who want smoke with me?

Who want smoke with me?

N****, who want smoke? Mmm

Who want smoke with me?

I’m tryna fuck a n**** lungs up

They be like, “Nardo, put them damn guns up”

Fuck that, say, “Big bruh to 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 happening?” Then get to bussin’ till it run out

All these n***** hiding, I’m like, “where they at? It ain’t no fun now”

7.62’s, big as hell, I’ll knock a n**** 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 fuck with Jakes

I’ma kill fourteen n***** if thirteen bitch n***** play

I think my Draco might be gay (Why?), ’cause he blowin’ n*****

I just got a brand new Lolli, that’s a four nickel

Call me Nardo yes-man, I don’t know n*****

You could send your best man, you gon’ lose your best hitter

What the fuck is that?

What the fuck is that?

That’s how I step on n***** (How I step on these bitch ass n*****, yeah)

(Man, what?)

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

Called him for a feature just to kill him, ’cause we know he sweet

Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, who the fuck is that?

Bro, go 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**** sell him just to say he high

They be like, “He wasn’t even with that shit”, whenever a n**** die (He gone)

Emergency room gon’ always lie to y’all whenever a n**** die (True)

Sayin’ a n**** stable last they checked just to keep y’all quiet (Let’s get it)

Bronem, stomp his ass

Better do what Nardo said, ’cause n***** die for pumpin’ gas (Boom)

Why you act like that shit so exclusive? Bitch, that’s public ass (Public ass)

Can’t no n**** we don’t fuck with come around, we stomp his ass

Nardo voice, creep up out the cut, we like, sh, sh

Nardo voice, catch him before he run, that gun go, sh, sh

Aye, who you killed? Steady talkin’ like you did a drill

We gon’ kill you sober, who done told you that I need a pill? Gang

Real-deal stepper, put my toe on that boy

You Mickey Mouse bitch, you went and told on that boy

All my guns come with a switch ’cause I’m fucking rich

I don’t type no tweets or throw no fists, get shot in your shit

Old n**** steady tryna diss, fuck up off my dick

Caught him leavin’ bingo with his bitch and we send a blitz

Nardo tryna fight me ’bout the stick, it’s his turn to blick

I can’t even roll my opps in shit, pussies don’t exist

One, two, three, four n***** mad I fucked they hoe

Five, six, seven, eight pussies 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

What the fuck is that?

What the fuck is that?

Hit that lil’ bitch from the back

Pest control, who called ’bout rats? (Pussy)

Who want smoke with us?

Who want smoke with us?

Who want smoke with us? (Who want smoke with me?)

Who want smoke with us? (Who want smoke?)

Who want smoke with us? (Fuck n****)

Who want smoke with us n****?


I be with real killers, I’m a rappin’ street n**** (Street n****)

Copy, paste, delete n***** (Aye)

Can’t wait till we see n***** (Okay)

Who want smoke? 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 balling, swish

Been on all the hits (All the hits)

Now I’m all legit (All legit)

Shout out Nardo Wick (That’s lil’ bro), bitch

One, two, three, four, fuck the opps, them n***** hoes

Five, six, seven, eight, slamming rakes, we GDK

Nine, ten, elven, twelve, no mask, still ain’t go to jail

Hundred K check 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 hundred shells

Aim that bitch, shoot everywhere

No Limit, I never care

Spin they block, they never there (Pussy)

What the fuck is that? (What the fuck is that?)

What the fuck is that? (What the fuck is that?)

Cost a fucking check

Bah, touch my fucking neck

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