Tried to steal our bit but you look like sh*t. But we’re the ones who were down with it.
The Clover Squad
To all you hating ass bitches, f*ck off and stop jocking what your ass ain’t rocking.
Try to be me? No doubt, knock yourselves out. You all still couldn’t do or understand what I’m all about.
When I enter the room everything gets silent. They all have to stare, gotta check what I’m wearing and how I fixed my hair. It makes me sick when I see a girl the next day trying to copy what I wear.
You can jock the image and follow me to the finish but the shine I produce you just can’t diminish.
I got style that no one else could contain, beauty, class, and originality that everyone tries to obtain.
N*ggas try to rock me, hoes constantly jock me but there ain’t no one who can top me.
I see you and your phony girls watching but yo, I got three words for you: keep on jocking.
No need for jocking; this is my style. Keep your dirty hands off of my profile.
I’m just the one you love to love, always to hate, tried to imitate, but hard to duplicate. I’m the one with the heart wrenching smile and you’re the b*tch who keeps biting my style.
I’m every girl’s idol. Bitches fight for my title. Hoes hate me simply because they ain’t me.
I’m nothing but original and all you bitches try to be like me. d*mn, it’s pitiful.