Being Clam Lyrics

Pouring drank while I'm drivin grab the wheel or we gon' crash

If them lights get behind me all I know is do the dash

Goddamn he sound aggressive Yeah bitch I'm still mad

I'm in an even badder mood cause I done lost my pill bag

That nigga life like a trial in seven days I'm a cancel

Picture inside out it's only anger at the panel

I was chillin up at Doyle when my cousins went to Randel's

Since we runnin' to the money I done came up out the sandals

Bitch I'm a money gettin bandit Sell it whole or hand-to-hand it

Run the streets you can't stand me 200 bricks I can manage

Hit they block and do damage I'm so cut I need a bandage

Pop the Eddy not landing takin' over expanding

Fuck you in life and after death that mean I really done fucked with you

I was a violent little kid I would've stepped on Miss Trunchbull

You can't say you from the trenches where your home ain't lunchable

My monster took a nap and now they think they untouchable

Huh bitch don't make me get mad Cause if you play with me you leavin' with toe tag

Huh bitch I'm in my big bag I bought 20 pairs of ones with my rich ass

Huh bitch where your wrist at? You ain't got no papers for it where you get that

Huh bitch this whip too fast Hit the gas in this bitch and catch whiplash

Bitch I'm a bank-breaker paper-chaser money-gettin' nigga

Don't be callin' on his phone if you ain't tryna spend that chicken

I been hidin' in the shadows countin' money addin' digits

I got money I ain't know about I call it hidden figures

Put back the covers then I spark me up a wood

Since it's breakfast where the medicine Right now I need the syrup

I just threw up off a perc but right now I'm feelin' good

My bitch treat me like a king every day like she should

I got supply you got demands I just threw it in the crate cause it's too thick for rubber bands You keep reachin over here and you gon' leave out with no hands

We been spendin' back-to-back bitch you gon' lay down where you stand

Hold on let me calm down

But any bitch or nigga play with me gon' end up face down

They talkin' guns up on the net I brought a Draco

Since the feds on my ass the plug sent it to my Bae house

Huh nigga ain't no more being clam I'm finna take the Henny bottle do bodily harm

It's open carry in my city I'm keepin' the arm

They know I'm back up on my shit bitch ring the alarm

It ain't no pig's in this bitch but I stay in the Pharm