歌词
Yo I only grow clovers
Potent, blunt smoking
Might just even light a wood for the moment
Big stash
Count it up we doing big math
Little Jit
Go take a sit this the big gas
In the zip lock got the piff call it Kit Kat
Chit chat
For **** whose all broke
Memes I ain't taking you serious all jokes
For real and you all hoes
Like girls at my dawgs homes
Quick sec
Let's check ya intellect
How jealous is ****?
Cuz many men
Get envious plus I know it cuz envy can represent as -
**** crying on socials just like a trick
And acting just like a bitch
That shit ain't making sense
I seen it and made amends
That **** love to pretend
**** looking like duplicates in the end
Who you fooling man fuck a crib
If I googling what's for the sale
It's odd shit
Love to tell it to my ops shit
Costa said that all you little **** costing
How many egos am I putting in a coffin?
Your new girls - options I had before you were popping
You new grillz prolly got semen from all the sloppy
**** silent ain't saying nothing about it
She got bodies - my **** I drop bodies
Fuck a stripe bitch i'm ticking these **** off like a hobby
Before Versace I really knew a Versace
Before the gang I was really pushing the product
Before the drama put focus upon the dollar
To double up all the commas my **** I'm really bout it
Yo I only grow clovers
Potent, blunt smoking
Might just even light a wood for the moment
Big stash
Count it up we doing big math
Little Jit
Go take a sit this the big gas
In the zip lock got the piff call it Kit Kat
Chit chat
For **** whose all broke
Memes I ain't taking you serious all jokes
For real and you all hoes
Like girls at my dawgs homes
Too composed for these lames I can't be a gimmick
Wreck a record and break it ain't talking Guinness
No label it's only gang all my **** is independent
Move with caution it's never safe in my city
Got enemies in the mix my OG's is from the set
Jozi **** was killing it but with all due respect
My version of competition involve deleting a threat
Ain't competing with shit but the **** that's in the mirror
God I'm honest I know that I never fit in
All this blood on my hands for each time that I had to kill it
**** sus on the gram and in person been acting different
Don't be switching on sight when it's time to get it bitches
Yo I only grow clovers
Potent, blunt smoking
Might just even light a wood for the moment
Big stash
Count it up we doing big math
Little Jit
Go take a sit this the big gas
In the zip lock got the piff call it Kit Kat
Chit chat
For **** whose all broke
Memes I ain't taking you serious all jokes
For real and you all hoes
Like girls at my dawgs homes
Written by: Junaid Baker, Kelsey Minaar, Naverone Albers
