I Want Smoke lyrics

[Intro]
I want all the smoke, f*ck n*gga don't choke
I want all the smoke, f*ck n*gga don't choke
I want all the smoke, f*ck n*gga don't choke
(Bobby Kritical)

[Chorus]
I just had to cook it up, n*gga, like it was sauté, (Ayy)
No, I do not rock Balmains
You n*ggas play like Nintendo, I play no games
My b*tch graduated from college, she got good brain
You look like a whatchamacallit, that boy got no taste (Ayy)
Just like it's a Kit Kat I told that ho that I need a break
I'm not with the chit chat, my n*ggas would rather run a fade (Ayy)
You can try to eat it for Twitter and Instagram fame
I want all the smoke, f*ck n*gga don't choke (Ayy)
She gon' deepthroat on my di*k, like a ho (Ayy)
I won't ever fold, b*tch I stand ten toes (Ayy)
Talking out your neck, broke boy don't get exposed (Ayy)

[Verse]
Two b*tches, they hit my phone at the same exact time
So I had f*cked them together
No I'm not shady, but I cannot f*ck with these n*ggas
So I might just change like the weather
She say she like my di*k, it get her wetter
These pus*y boys lightweight just like a feather
Look just like pus*y
Smell just like pus*y
That boy might be pus*y
I know that boy pus*y
n*gga d-riding, no I'm not a friend of you, yeah
These n*ggas dumb like a vegetable
Like I just won a Fortnite solo, W
Finishing gin goo like if it was just the too
I would kill myself if I was the same as you
Like it's a Kurt angle move
pus*y boy, your parents should be ashamed of you
You'd better run, and my pistol I aim at you
I want all of the smoke
I use my Bic lighter so much that I think that sh*t had ran out of fuel
f*ck all that talkin' sh*t, I run a fade with you
Kick like it's soccer, but I don't play games with you
Just like in LA, b*tch I'ma be In N' Out
That b*tch an eater, so I put di*k in her mouth
These n*ggas pus*y boy, they sucking di*k for clout
These n*ggas scary, just like Tom and Jerry mouse
[Chorus]
I just had to cook it up, n*gga, like it was sauté, (Ayy)
No, I do not rock Balmains
You n*ggas play Nintendo, I play no games
My b*tch graduated from college, she got good brain
You look like a whatchamacallit, that boy got no taste (Ayy)
Just like it's a Kit Kat I told that ho that I need a break
I'm not with the chit chat, my n*ggas would rather run a fade (Ayy)
You can try to eat it for Twitter and Instagram fame
I want all the smoke, f*ck n*gga don't choke (Ayy)
She gon' deepthroat on my di*k, like a ho (Ayy)
I won't ever fold, b*tch I stand ten toes (Ayy)
Talking out your neck, broke boy don't get exposed (Ayy)