text: I fuck with this shit, man
  Ha
  Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
  Word
  Hotboxin in the whip 
  I dont even smoke 
  But we drop tops and let it rip 
  Pull up and get smoked 
  With them big rocks up in her ear 
  Chandelier , can you hear? 
  Who that there?
  Who want the smoke? 
  Who want the smoke? 
  Who want the—, who want the— 
  Who want the smoke? 
  Who want the smoke? 
  Who want the smoke? 
  Who want the—, who want the— 
  Who want the smoke? 
  I-I-I hear shots comin on the low from hoes Im higher than
  This attention is so flatterin cause theyre admirin
  Dont know whats on their mind, but it should be retirement
  Get the AARP or this AR get to firin 
  They dont want smoke with me , the diamonds is chokin me
  Their pussy need potpourri, these bitches is 0-3
  And there aint a lower league, all in my ovaries
  The fur on my shoulder mink, tell me what Hov would think
  I get the money, I am the king of New York
  And I rock a sew-in weave 
  I run it, I run it, I relay the win
  They talkin, they talkin, Im takin it in
  I did not come here to make me new friends
  Who buried the bridge and arent makin amends 
  They dont want none, Ill say it again 
  They dont want none, I pray for their sins 
  Hotboxin in the whip 
  I dont even smoke 
  But we drop tops and let it rip 
  Pull up and get smoked 
  With them big rocks up in her ear 
  Chandelier , can you hear? 
  Who that there?
  Who want the smoke? 
  Who want the smoke? 
  Who want the—, who want the—
  Who want the smoke? 
  Who want the smoke? 
  Who want the smoke? 
  Who want the—, who want the—, who want the smoke? 
  Is you fuckin? 
  Baby girl, I need to know 
  Who finna run get the rubbers from the store? 
  Bitch so damn wet, drippin on my marble floor 
  Never not strapped, in my city, on my soul
  Pull up in a two-seater , in a wife-beater
  With my bro, he be bangin like a car speaker
  All black, late night like the Grim Reaper
  Wrist in the air, turned the club to a new freezer 
  Who want the smoke? 
  Who want the smoke? 
  Who want the—, who want the— 
  Who want the smoke? 
  Who want the smoke? 
  Who want the smoke? 
  Who want the—, who want the—, who want the smoke? 
  Glock 40 in my coat 
  My bitch keep fire in the Chanel tote 
  Suffocate him, hang him by the rope
  Hot potato, bullet, let it go 
  The .44 put him in a yolk 
  Pull up in the stolo, look like he seen a ghost
  And I got the kilo comin on the boat 
  We gon move it fast, vámonos, vámonos 
  Niggas talkin foul on the d-low 
  Technical, Im standin at the line, shoot a free throw
  Medical, I sip a couple lines of fineto
  Impeccable, the Richard Mille line, man, its see-through 
  Who want the smoke? Wet him up, humble up
  Seen the Ghost and they know, got a scope and I hope
  That they pull up to the spot with the ho
  Get smoked with the pole in the middle of the store 
  The SIG pulled out, nigga had a stroke
  Coolant at them niggas, shawty, I dont know 
  Choppa made that bitch , aint nowhere to go
  Throw him off the boat , in the river, float 
  30 round clip in this clip clear 
  Im in the Wraith so Im lookin at the rear mirror 
  Free jit, we aint goin for that shit, period 
  Red dots on their pussy, niggas on their period