Lyrics
[Intro: Goldie & Quavo]
Now we can settle this like you got some class, so we can get into some gangsta shit
Hey, Chris, I don't want no issues, bruh
I don't want no smoke, I don't wanna fight you
I don't wanna do nothin', bruh
Like, please, bruh
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with C?
Who want
Who want smoke with me?
Who want
[Verse: Chris Brown]
Okay, let's get down to the facts, pussy, I'm dripped in red
Don't let this R&B shit fool you, niggas get ripped to shreds
Quavo talkin' like he a thug, nigga, you a bitch with dreads
Can't wait to see the day that you back up all that shit you said
What's all that boss shit you talkin'? You ain't no huncho, nigga
You the weakest link outta yo' clique, let's keep it a hundo, nigga
You fucked my ex-ho, that's cool, I don't give no fuck, lil nigga
'Cause I fucked yo' ex when you were still with her, bitch, I'm up, lil nigga
They say revenge is sweet, now think about that shit
Don't let that line go over your head, I might just sing about that shit
I had her fiending 'bout that dick, there's something sweet about that shit
I got some tea up out that bitch, but I ain't go speak about that shit
I ain't playin' chess with a checker player
I'm a tickin' bomb on the detonator
I shit on niggas, I'm a defacator
I put a Migo on a ventilator
Stop talkin' 'bout beatin' girls, you was beatin' bitches on the elevator
We seen the tapes, that's devastatin'
You doin' bad, you a bitch, and yo' music trash
Fashion week, they sat me next to yo' lame ass, I was truly mad
All I kept thinkin' 'bout was breakin' yo' face, but I gave you a pass
You lucky I ain't wanna fuck the money up, boy, I woulda broke you in half
Quit tryin' to be tough, you ain't like that, why you keep showin' off?
Quit talkin' 'bout drugs, you the only pack that I been smokin' on
I just hit my plug, told him, "Come back, I'ma need more than one"
Yo' last album was a weed tray, just some bullshit that we roll up on
You know it's on
Put you to bed
Night, night, that's Sudafed
Show me that I'm tender, bitch, time to prove what you just said
R.I.P. Takeoff, he the only real one, I got true respect
Crazy how when he died, everybody really wished it was you instead (Oh shit!)
You trippin', Chris, don't say that, don't lose your head
You done turned the big bad wolf on, these fuck niggas never knew revenge
This what happens when a fuck nigga push a real nigga out to the edge
This what happens when a dumb nigga get fame and it get to his head
You gon' kiss this ring, nigga
Big "fuck you" from my middle finger
I tattoo my trigger finger
Bring real beef to yo' dinner table
My mental state ain't ever stable
I know this shit gon' sting, nigga
I'll run yo' ass through the wringer, nigga
You just got bodied by a singin' nigga
Bitch
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with C?
Who want
Who want smoke with me?
Who want
