[Chorus]
ID fake as shit when I step in the club
If it's up, it's stuck, bitch, I'm pullin' up
Casa' in my gut, that shit fucked me up
Who want smoke? Who want smoke, smoke, smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke, smoke, smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke, smoke, smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke, smoke, smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke, smoke, smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke, smoke, smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke, smoke, smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke?

[Verse]
Walk into the club, I look to my left
See the baddest bitch sittin' by herself
So I walk up, pop my shit clean (Ayy)
Sixteen, I don't know what this bitch mean (Yeah, ayy)
Lost Mary, this ho is a nic' fein (Yeah, ayy)
Big dick in her mouth, Listerine (Yeah)
Off of that 'za pack geeking, greenin'
Spin in the Scat Pack, rims is leaning
Fly out to my city for the weekend
AR-15 bullet left 'em leakin'
Fake ID, I pull up to Delancey's
NYC, I'm puffered up, it's freezin'
I'm tryna crack that bitch 'cause she fancy
Bitch, I shoot the club up, then I'm leavin'
One hand on the blunt, one hand on the cunt
Told her, "Kiss my hand," bitch, I'm Westside Gunn
Fuck that lame-ass block, get that lil' shit spun
Tossin' up some racks while I'm in the club
Man, fuck all the snakes, yvngxchris Usain, run from the jakes
But on some real shit, I need some cake
But on some real shit, I need a fake
[Chorus]
ID fake as shit when I step in the club
If it's up, it's stuck, bitch, I'm pullin' up (Ayy)
Casa' in my gut (Ayy), that shit fucked me up
Who want smoke? Who want smoke, smoke, smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke, smoke, smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke, smoke, smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke, smoke, smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke, smoke, smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke, smoke, smoke? (Yeah)
Who want smoke? Who want smoke, smoke, smoke? (Yeah)
Who want smoke? Who want smoke?