I don't even smoke, but we drop Toxin let it rip, pull up if it's smoke Put them bitch rocks up in her ear Chandelier, can you hear? Who want the smoke? I hear shots comin' on the low from hoes I'm hidin' This attention is so flattering cause they admiring Don't know what's on they mind but it should be retirement Get that AARP or this AR gets expiring They don't want smoke on me, the diamonds is choking me Their pussy need potpourri, these bitches is 0 and 3 And they in the lower league, all in my ovaries The fur on my shoulder mink, tell me what hoes would think I get the money, I am the king of New York and I rock and soar and weave I run it, I run it, I relate the wig They talkin', they talkin', I'm takin' it in I did not come here to make new friends To burn the bridge and I'm makin' amends They don't want none, I say it again They don't want none, I pray for they sins Boxin' in the whip, I don't even smoke But we drop, toss and let it rip Pull up if it's smoke, put them bit 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? It's you fuckin' Baby girl, I need to know Who finna run, get the rubbers from the stove Bitches so damn wet, trippin' on my marble floor Never not strapped in my city or my clothes Pull up in a two seater In a white beater With my bro, he be beggin' like a car speaker All black, late night, like the Grim Reaper Wrist in the air, turn 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 fightin' the Chanel tote Suffer get him hangin' by the rope Hop into the bull and let it go The 4-4, put him in the yo Pull up in the stow low, think he seen a ghost And I got the kilo comin' on the boat We gon' move it fast, by my note, by my note Nigga talk a foul on the D-Low Tell the girl I'm standin' at the line, shoot a free throw Let her go, I sip a couple lines, I'm finito Back up with a Richard Mille lime in the see-through Back up with, who want the smoke? Bought a moat, pump a load, seen a ghost On that note, got a scope And I hope that they pull up to the spot with the hoe Get smoked with the pole in the middle with the strobe They see it poured out, huh, nigga had a stroke Who done knocked them niggas out? Try to, y'all don't know Chopper made that bitch pop, ain't nowhere to go Throw him off the boat, in the river flow 30 round clip and it's good, clear I'm in the Wraith, so I'm lookin' at the rear mirror I'm in the Wraith, so I'm lookin' at the rear mirror I'm in the Wraith, so I'm lookin' at the rear mirror