[Lyric] Nothin On My Wrist (Blue Foster)

Nirvana, Buddha shit, whole lotta
Nerve on ya, who the bitch, she gotta swerve on ya
Come on to my crib
I'm gonna hurt on ya
Ain't got nothing on my wrist, achieve
Nirvana, Buddha shit, whole lotta
Nerve on ya, who the bitch, she gotta swerve on ya
Come on to my crib
I'm gonna hurt on ya
I ain't got nothing on my wrist

If I had nothing in my life, you would be nothing to me
If I had something like a wife, you'd still be coming to me
I know I look a lot better and that's hard to believe
I'm not really that strong but I still roll up my sleeves
[?], gotta barter with me
And my hair is always messy, keep the barber with me
What does that even mеan?
Man, these songs are free
So I don't gotta bе consistent lyrically
Nirvana, Buddha shit, whole lotta
Nerve on ya, who the bitch, she gotta swerve on ya
Come on to my crib
I'm gonna hurt on ya
Ain't got nothing on my wrist, achieve
Nirvana, Buddha shit, whole lotta
Nerve on ya, who the bitch, she gotta swerve on ya
Come on to my crib
I'm gonna hurt on ya
I ain't got nothing on my wrist

Swerve, swerve
Got my license last week
Hit the dollar store and I pick up what I need (can I get some?)
Oreos and cookies and snickers and shit, oh my God
Soda, pop, and cookies and other shit with cream on top
Swear Imma gain bout 15 pounds from this freedom
Gonna eat myself into the ground
[?]
I'm a skinny kid when I was fifteen, achieved

Nirvana, Buddha shit, whole lotta
Nerve on ya, who the bitch, she gotta swerve on ya
Come on to my crib
I'm gonna hurt on ya
I ain't got nothing on my wrist, achieve
Nirvana, holy shit, whole lotta
Nerve on ya, who the bitch, she gotta swerve on ya
Come on to my crib
I'm gonna hurt on ya
I ain't got nothing on my wrist, achieve