Nirvana Lyrics

Bitch, I'mma ride for my crudda

Ride for him

I'mma ride for my crudda

Bitch, I'mma ride for my crudda

Bitch, I'mma ride for my crudda

Cause I know he gon' spin just like a ceiling fan

Smoking on exotic woods together look like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee

Two Jordan jerseys, we got 223's

We be steady getting racks together

Gym buddies, we been flippin' packs together

Skin so tough it feel like leather

Niggas pussy, call him Chester

Pen and paper, I'mma test ya

Charge him up just like a Tesla

If a nigga try and take my soul, I up the Glock cause I can't let him

Bitch this world a jungle, better eat it or you gon' get ate

My niggas really step on shit, we showed up to the parade

I really miss my granny, she made me feel better

Now I'm steady popping pills so I can feel better

Put a beam up on the Glock so I can kill better

I'm hitting my target and now he got a red shirt on

I put that on my life it was a white tee

Bitch I got some slugs but under them I got some white teeth

Bitch niggas don't like me

No I ain't transgender but I'm gon' skrt on em

He ain't think we had them macs so I put that nerd on em

Walking with that glocky in my pocket and it got Ferb on em

And I hold that choppa like a guitar, like I'm in Nirvana

Now we got them hammers, me and my partners used to go nerf on em

Just cause I got money, all these bitches wanna come squirt on me

But they call me Swerv so you know I'mma gon and swerv on 'em

Put that muzzle on you if you getting on my nerves, homie

Bitch, I'mma ride for my crudda

Cause I know he gon' spin just like a ceiling fan

Smoking on exotic woods together look like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee

Two Jordan jerseys, we got 223's

We be steady getting racks together

Gym buddies, we been flippin' packs together

Skin so tough it feel like leather

Niggas pussy, call him Chester

Pen and paper, I'mma test ya

Charge him up just like a Tesla

If a nigga try and take my soul, I up the Glock cause I can't let him