CLOVER

Oh brother, this guy stinks

La, la-la-la

La-la-la

La-la-la

Yeah, uh, check

I'm in the lead, top priority (yeah)

Fuck with a G, now you finna see (yeah)

Flip over the bed, all you really sleep (yeah)

You made a year what I made a week (yeah)

Yes, I got motion, run out of motion, I go get more then

She like the way I smell 'cause the YSL potent

She got a little jealous when she heard who I was strokin'

My last girlfriend ain't got nothin' on your throat, friend

Go off, the way she fuck, she such a show-off (yeah)

And I don't ever ask when it's time to take her clothes off (yeah)

She like to let it breathe, she don't like to wear no drawls (yeah)

And when she get depressed, treat my dick like Zoloft (yeah)

You fuck with the fuckin' best, you fuckin' the fuckin' best

I shoot with protection on, but for you, I don't need no vest

I aim for the fuckin' face, I aim for the fuckin' chest

She said she make swimwear, that pussy make me invest

Prayin' for a genie rub, prayin' to the stars above

I just wanna fall in love, I just wanna fall in love

Wishin' for a four-leaf clove, prayin' you're the pot of gold

Lovin' you is all I know, lovin' you is all I know

They on my dick (la, la-la-la), shit (la, la, la)

They on my dick (la-la-la), shit (yeah, yeah)

Post album could get you dead

Gotta keep it goin', gotta get ahead

Hotel room always got two beds

One for me and one for my bread

This the new bap that take you way back (yeah)

Givin' no slack, my bed is on stacks (yeah)

Don't sleep, I got to get my bag on

Oops, forgot to turn my swag on

Venue house, slaughter, killer

Flow so cold, it's icy, shiver

Punch your jaw, body shot liver

Baddies weak for Brae, huh, quiver

Let me get down to the brass tax

I'm final boss, no printer, all fax

You stepped into a disaster

You doomed, better pray to the pastor

Prayin' for a genie rub, prayin' to the stars above

I just wanna fall in love, I just wanna fall in love

Wishin' for a four-leaf clove, prayin' you're the pot of gold

Lovin' you is all I know, lovin' you is all I know

They on my dick (la, la-la-la), shit (la, la, la)

They on my dick (la-la-la), shit

Hahaha, I step in like a X-Man

Make her come back like I'm her ex man

If she don't make me feel good, well, here's the exit

If she make me feel good, we can co-exist

Fuck her, make her go home, no co-ed shit

**** be comin' with all bull, I'm a matador

Say they want my soul, I swing the cape, dodgin' devil horns

Used to never want to press play, here's a metaphor

Now your boy clicks on my dick like he watchin' porn

I fucked up after bein' fucked up

Four-leaf clover got stepped on, tough luck

'Nough said, I'm a diamond in the rough, nuck buck

But am I good franchise ad-lib? Yeah, yeah

In my white tee, she claimin' that she wifey (yeah)

I'm sayin,' "What's your sign?" 'Cause your pussy smell like Pisces (yeah, yeah)

Or like a pescatarian, I'm killin', and I'm buryin' (yeah)

I treat a rapper beat like a baby, I be carryin'