Being Clam

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