Clover Girl

Baby, I get down and pour up all these drugs, it make me open up

I love you when I'm high, I might say fuck you when I sober up

Before I walk out the door, make sure my firearm be loaded up

**** hating on the kid, mad that I made it, but they know what's up

Same **** hating, I grab his girlfriend then clover her

Motion ain't nothing new, ****, I been cranking since the Soulja Boy

He say he the plug, I asked around and they don't know the boy

All my engine new, I tap the key fob, then the motor start

Before you take my place, I hugged this seat so long like Rosa Parks

Bro beating up the trap, the bot touchdown, so he can't go too far

Sipping on the Trish, it give me powers, I feel like Goku partner

Clutching on that nine, catch him baseline, and bitch, it's Serge Ibaka

Huh, bitch, I'm slamming that

What's in my pad? The racks

Bubba for the seven, zaza three five, I feel like Yay Durant

What's in my double cup? Bitch, your rent

Keep on playing, I'ma get you spent

Talking shit, I need a mint

Pop a Perc' and beat her back

Long live Yurt, I miss my ****

No yap, wish I can come and get ya

Why the fuck you don't look like you doing your picture?

Baby girl, take out that filter

Huh, you need a bag, then meet me at Dilla

I'm pulling up out that skrilla

Baby girl sneaky, I call her a lizard

My heart cold as a blizzard

Baby, I get down and pour up all these drugs, it make me open up

It make me open up

I love you when I'm high, I might say fuck you when I sober up

I might say fuck you when I sober up

Before I walk out the door, make sure my firearm be loaded up

**** hating on the kid, mad that I made it, but they know what's up

Baby, I get down and pour up all these drugs, it make me open up

I love you when I'm high, I might say fuck you when I sober up

Before I walk out the door, make sure my firearm be loaded up

**** hating on the kid, mad that I made it, but they know what's up

Just smoked a blunt on FaceTime with Lil' Trell, free him up out the joint

Free my boy

Baby, this shit serious, I'm in my Amiris, I got to stay on point

I know this my year, damn near all the guys locked up going month for month

Stacking up racks, shit day for day

Mini micro, bitch, if you don't like me, then stay out my way

Every damn day trying to catch me a play

Every damn day trying to put up a hundred

I know she wouldn't like me if it wasn't for this money

Phone ring, got to go bump me a zombie

I wake up and work, I got paid like a bomber

I'm knowing I'm tacky, I'm missing designer

I know it's out there, I just got to go find it

You feel me, ****? I know it's out there

Like it no way you can't tell me it ain't over there

I'm just waiting on you to come pull up on it and put it in it

Yeah, it's right there waiting on you, ****

If I just came from this and I got that and

Come on, man, I know it's something else, man

No cap, no yap

**** just got to wake up and go get it every day, man

Beat your feet, man

No yap