Who want smoke with me (x2)

Moving sacks down 5th Ave

Now I wear designer tags

Tie you up

And I’ma put you in a Fendi body bag Call my bitch the worst

Why?

Cause she really, really bad Oh my bad

Thats yo bitch

Now you really, really mad Woah

2 chainz got me feeling like I’m tity boi She a pain in the aaass

But I love them titties boy

Move weight

Outta state

In the bank

I go ape

A gorilla

I’m the realest in the mothafucking game

Keep a mask cause I said fuck the fame

Yes I want this shit so bad because I been through all the pain On a mission for my fam

For my fucking blood name Boy I wish you try to stop me Put a barrel through your brain Bitch!

Who want smoke with me (x4)

Hustle in the street

I don’t do this shit for free Bag on every beat

I just smoke em like a blunt Grew up round fleas

Now I switch I’m bout to stunt Why you acting like an itch With a b in the front

I’m reversing on rehearsing Off the dome

 I’m like a God

Said yo bitch sucked dick at giving blow jobs I’m the rawest

Im the meanest

I’m menacing up the game

See yo face tattoos

That’s exactly where I aim

I’m like

Hold up

Wait a minute

I aint even gotta try

I’m like Rick Ross treadmill

All I’m wondering is “why”

Why the fuck you keep on talking

Why the fuck you gotta lie

Why the fuck does every rapper sound every other guy So I’m bout to run this game

In my Gucci slippers

Say my name in vain

And I’m reversing the scriptures

I make ya whole crew suffix

Ship you to the ER

UPS cargo

While I’m eating caviar

Bitch!

Who want smoke with me (x4)

Who gon fuck with me Who gon fuck with me Fuck with me bitch

And I guarantee you’ll see That I earned my stripes That’s they respecting me Cause I do this shit forreal You pretend to be

Who gon fuck with me Who gon fuck with me Fuck with me bitch

And I guarantee you’ll see That I earned my stripes

That’s they respecting me Cause I do this shit forreal You pretend to be

BITCH!

Who want smoke with me (x4)