4 Leaf Clover

4 leaf clover I'm feeling lucky Little mama just met me And she want to f*ck 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 f*ck 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 F*ck 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 F*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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