Nirvana

I'm tryna rock out like Nirvana
Choppa got a cool kit but the heat like sauna (grr pow!)
And my niggas blowing up we like osama
Fuck your fucking karma we go straight up for some drama

You know god made me just to sin, yeah
If it aint money it aint for me, i aint in yeah
I played that stupid hoe like she was violins
Her brother wanna fight me, but im violent
The choppa hit his face, his face turned violet
And I wont beat no case, nigga I ain't hiding it

I'm better runnin from the jakes like Clyde did
I got all these fucking Drakes like Josh did
My momma praying I dont sin, oh well!
I had to get up out my feels and ball out (I had to ball)
Now im never sober im like Ballout
Yeah, I put that cash to her face she fanned out
She put her ass in my face i black out
You put a band in my face, I spaz out
I take a xan and go to space and black out

I'm tryna rock out like Nirvana (Im tryna rock!)
Choppa got a cool kit but the heat like sauna (grr pow!)
And my niggas blowing up we like osama
Fuck your fucking karma we go straight up for some drama

Im tryna get my momma rich, and get my sister out
Im smoking on a big swisher fuck your shitty loud
Im in my city, spinning everyday come kill me now
Oh wait they wont, them niggas pussy, i forgot about
Im smoking cali cookie, you dont even know the loud
I fucked her like a rookie, cus my legs went and gave out
She want a diamond, so i put one up inside her mouth

I'm tryna rock out like Nirvana, yeah
Choppa got a cool kit but the heat like sauna
And my niggas blowing up we like osama
Fuck your fucking karma we go straight up for some drama

I fucked up



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Writer(s): Murdok Kaine
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