Kodak Black – Who Want Smoke (remix) (ft. Chief Keef) (Audio, Lyrics)

Date 2021-10-18

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, New Music

Kodak Black tags Chief Keef on the remix for “Who Want Smoke” produced by Sliim DaKid & EMKAY. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Kodak Black Who Want Smoke (remix)

Kodak Black Who Want Smoke (remix)

Nardo Wick has had the year on smash with his single, “Who Want Smoke??” The record dropped at the beginning of the year and earned an organic buzz in the streets. However, it wasn’t until last week that it became a massive hit, thanks to the remix featuring Lil Durk, G Herbo, and 21 Savage. It’s been dominating playlists and it seems like it could be a contender for song of the year on many year-end lists.

The song was bound to produce several freestyles now that the actual remix was out. On Saturday, Kodak Black slid through with a surprise release of his remix to “Who Want Smoke??” alongside Chief Keef. Yak kicks off the record, paying homage to his breakout hit, “No Flockin'” before Chief Keef energizes the beat with menacing threats and memorable bars. “Swing the stick like a rock band, some guitar shit/ Hit your block, we don’t hit Walmarts, we hit Targets,” he raps with ferocity in his voice.

Though Keef and Kodak Black are, in many ways, very similar to one another, this marks the rare occasion they’ve connected on wax. The two previously were featured on Fredo Santana’s “High Off Gun Powder.”

Yak’s been delivering several surprise releases in recent times. Just last week, he delivered a new record titled, “Killing The Rats.”

Kodak Black – Who Want Smoke (remix) (ft. Chief Keef) (prod. Sliim DaKid & EMKAY)


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[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Young nigga, I got old cash, now I got new money
I ‘on’t like doin’ no fucking interviews, I be in the room mumblin’
Dissing on the ‘Gram, but when I see him, I’ma have dude runnin’
Ain’t too many niggas around this bitch steppin’, so they know who done it
That’s why I got my TEC and that’s a bet, even on B-E-T
I don’t care ’bout this cheque, I’m living rackless, I be on PCP
They know I’m that nigga, fuck them issues, they wanna team with me
Once you say it’s up, my nigga’s up ’cause it could be this week
Thuggin’ hard, AK’s and AR’s in the muscle cars
Fuck the blogs, fuck this music shit ’cause I be bussin’ fraud
I’m a bulldozer, make a nigga scoot over, bitch, I run my section
And you ain’t gotta likе me, you ain’t even gotta rеspect me, just don’t disrespect me
Postin’ gun, rappin’ ’bout that smoke, boy, you know you ass
Playin’ dumb, actin’ like I’m slow just to see who fast
Lil’ nigga but I make ’em take me serious like I’m six feet nine
Better stay far away and keep security ’cause I’m on your line
Fuck with mine, you know bullets flyin’, you know mommas cry
Fuck these diamonds get in that attire when it’s huntin’ time
Nigga tryna to come up on my shine, nigga, you know he dyin’
They’ll be howling, RIP that guy, he was on the rise

[Bridge: Kodak Black]
All my snipers clap
I don’t like to rap
Who gon’ fuck with Yak?
I killed eight niggas

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Young nigga, I got new cash, I got old cash
God damn, 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
Bitch, I got a fresh Gross pack and you know that
Hunnid K up in my coat pocket on the coat rack
Pretty chocolate bitch so black, got her soul snatched (Dududuh)
Broski in here baggin’ a book up, told him close that
Almighty don’t like nobody, bitch, you know that
Pussy 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 bitch, 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 shit
Hit yo’ block, we don’t hit Walmart’s, we hit targets
Chief Sosa on some big shit, that’s some hard shit
Draco with the big wood on it, on some court shit
Pull up, chop yo’ damn block up, now you’re porky
No, I ain’t got no horses but I got Porsches
Fuck yo’ mom, I’m in that bitch, should’ve had abortion
Little ass nigga, I can take him like some courses
Thank God I was fortunate to have a fortune (Money)
How the fuck the Desert Eagle kick like a horse kick? (Money gang baby)

[Outro: Chief Keef]
What the fuck they know? (Dududuh)
Trappin’ in front of that fuckin’ store (Dududuh)
With a stick tryna buss a nigga (Bang)
Yeah (Ayy)


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