Knarka lyrics

[Intro]
I'll blow your f*cking head off....

[Verse 1: SmokingSkul]
Come to the trap, n*gga, we got dope inside
I'm selling sh*t, where we both reside
My bro need a Glock, I'm gon' give him mine
He got Rick, now he know fashion?
I'm sliding with sh*t, you wouldn't imagine
What? I got a pole, who we catching?
I got a nina, her issue attachments (What?)
OG, don't do taxes
Thought he had Balenci's, gave him Air Maxes
Sneak in that club, n*gga, like the Jackson's
I'm on Fifth Ave’, What the f*ck is Pacsun?
556, give him alopecia
I am not Will, I don't bag up Treesha's
These n*ggas not bready, I ain't doing features
They said I was slow, now I stunt on my teachers
Now these racks fast
He think he running, now we on that ass
I had bread and water, n*gga, I was down bad
Thought he had an 1/8, told his ass to round that
[?] made that sh*t enough
You is a Nat, b*tch, you cannot get cuffed
Glock 19 and it's getting buff
You would think its Thanksgiving how this choppa get in stuff
Yeah, Perc 30 in my system
I feel like Will Smith, how I b*tched him
That n*gga mad as f*ck that I dissed him
I got an OG, he got wisdom
He say he robbed me? Get the f*ck
I'm in that water with my rubber duck
I'm in the Netherlands with a Dutch
I took his role like I'm Ashton Kutch'
[Verse 2: MajinBlxxdy]
I'm off the Perc 30, going ku
Pouring a 30 when I'm in the stu'
Can't cuff these thot hoes, cause they choosey
Counting up big guap, like a jew
Im in the cut, Neosporin
He played his mixtape, sh*t got me snoring
I'm getting to it early in the morning
Migo plug, pulled up in that foreign, b*tch
I'm sitting on pounds, that boy smoking [?]
Feds on me, so I'm doing the race
We taking off, b*tch, pick up the pace
[?] off of anything is free base
Once I get him gone, I won't leave a trace
I stay with a state, like Professor Stain
He saving hoes, that boy need a cape
I made me some money, today I feel great