4 Leaf Clover
4 leaf clover
I'm feeling lucky
Little mama just met me
And she want to fuck me
I want to smoke
Go get the Russians
I spend what I want
I don't care bout a budget
If it wasn't for my haters
I wouldn't be nothing
Showing my ass
Whenever in public
I shoot everyday
So I never get rusty
Don't like what I say
On a track then fuck it
Hell yeah I'm gone pop my shit
When you have it your way
You do what you want
Tried to slow down
And let you catch up
But you just cant seem to catch on
Smoking on gas and counting this paper
Yeah that's the shit that I be on
If you aint talking bout bread or buying no gas
Don't even bother hitting my phone
Straight to the money
I'm straight to the cash
Never pumping the breaks
I be pushing the gas
Look in the mirror
And I see a bag
Tell my bitch turn around
While I'm gripping her ass
You niggas to funny
Its making me laugh
Your music Bologna
Belong in the can
I'm smoking exotic
Its all in my lungs
My dog say he got me
I bought him a gun
Tell him be cool
Don't lose your composure
They gone try anything
For some exposure
Tough from a distance
But scare to come closer
Bust open the pack
Bet you notice the odor
Keep shitting on niggas
Yeah that's what they told me
Fuck a distraction
I got to stay focused
Remember back then
When you tried to ignore us
Now its to late to act like you know us
Knock a nigga out got hands like Floyd
I cant entertain these broke boys
My life crazy and I cant change
My environment what I blame
You need a plug on the za
I know some niggas
Who really be trapping and having it
If you play with OGC
You gone get
Introduced to the savages
Shout out to the gang
You know what I rep
They copy my every step
OGC do it the best yeah
I got my foot on they neck yeah
You niggas know where I'm coming from
I might put that shit on a necklace
Look at my left and my right wrist
Turning his bitch into my bitch
Who got that backwood
Cause I need to spark it
Know I'm the shit
When I walk in the party
Rock all this ice and I'm labeled a target
Fuck it I'm still gone wear it regardless
Them niggas mad cause they stuck
Where I Started
I'm taking off
That's dearly departed
You worse than a bitch
With all of that gossiping
Heard you the feds
Lets switch up the topic
Lets talk about all of them niggas I help
And aint never ask for shit
I was that nigga they came to
When they loaded to glocks
They was ready to spin
I'm on they ass again
I'm on they ass again
4 leaf clover shit
Pray that my luck don't end
4 leaf clover
I'm feeling lucky
Little mama just met me
And she want to fuck me
I want to smoke
Go get the Russians
I spend what I want
I don't care bout a budget
If it wasn't for my haters
I wouldn't be nothing
Showing my ass
Whenever in public
I shoot everyday
So I never get rusty
Don't like what I say
On a track then fuck it
Hell yeah I'm gone pop my shit
When you have it your way
You do what you want
Tried to slow down
And let you catch up
But you just cant seem to catch on
Smoking on gas and counting this paper
Yeah that's the shit that I be on
If you aint talking bout bread or buying no gas
Don't even bother hitting my phone
I'm feeling lucky
Little mama just met me
And she want to fuck me
I want to smoke
Go get the Russians
I spend what I want
I don't care bout a budget
If it wasn't for my haters
I wouldn't be nothing
Showing my ass
Whenever in public
I shoot everyday
So I never get rusty
Don't like what I say
On a track then fuck it
Hell yeah I'm gone pop my shit
When you have it your way
You do what you want
Tried to slow down
And let you catch up
But you just cant seem to catch on
Smoking on gas and counting this paper
Yeah that's the shit that I be on
If you aint talking bout bread or buying no gas
Don't even bother hitting my phone
Straight to the money
I'm straight to the cash
Never pumping the breaks
I be pushing the gas
Look in the mirror
And I see a bag
Tell my bitch turn around
While I'm gripping her ass
You niggas to funny
Its making me laugh
Your music Bologna
Belong in the can
I'm smoking exotic
Its all in my lungs
My dog say he got me
I bought him a gun
Tell him be cool
Don't lose your composure
They gone try anything
For some exposure
Tough from a distance
But scare to come closer
Bust open the pack
Bet you notice the odor
Keep shitting on niggas
Yeah that's what they told me
Fuck a distraction
I got to stay focused
Remember back then
When you tried to ignore us
Now its to late to act like you know us
Knock a nigga out got hands like Floyd
I cant entertain these broke boys
My life crazy and I cant change
My environment what I blame
You need a plug on the za
I know some niggas
Who really be trapping and having it
If you play with OGC
You gone get
Introduced to the savages
Shout out to the gang
You know what I rep
They copy my every step
OGC do it the best yeah
I got my foot on they neck yeah
You niggas know where I'm coming from
I might put that shit on a necklace
Look at my left and my right wrist
Turning his bitch into my bitch
Who got that backwood
Cause I need to spark it
Know I'm the shit
When I walk in the party
Rock all this ice and I'm labeled a target
Fuck it I'm still gone wear it regardless
Them niggas mad cause they stuck
Where I Started
I'm taking off
That's dearly departed
You worse than a bitch
With all of that gossiping
Heard you the feds
Lets switch up the topic
Lets talk about all of them niggas I help
And aint never ask for shit
I was that nigga they came to
When they loaded to glocks
They was ready to spin
I'm on they ass again
I'm on they ass again
4 leaf clover shit
Pray that my luck don't end
4 leaf clover
I'm feeling lucky
Little mama just met me
And she want to fuck me
I want to smoke
Go get the Russians
I spend what I want
I don't care bout a budget
If it wasn't for my haters
I wouldn't be nothing
Showing my ass
Whenever in public
I shoot everyday
So I never get rusty
Don't like what I say
On a track then fuck it
Hell yeah I'm gone pop my shit
When you have it your way
You do what you want
Tried to slow down
And let you catch up
But you just cant seem to catch on
Smoking on gas and counting this paper
Yeah that's the shit that I be on
If you aint talking bout bread or buying no gas
Don't even bother hitting my phone
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Jefferson
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