Beam lyrics

[Chorus]
Got me pouring my lean
b*tch, I’m not rocking Celine
Lil boy, and I got what I need
I just been tweaking, i popped me a bean
Ha
b*tch, you can’t f*ck with the team
And I got that Rick on my jeans
Got that Rick Owens on me
Talking ‘bout freedom, them man are not free

[Verse 1]
Ask me for some percs, that boy’s f*cking fiending
I’m tripping on codeine yeah, i’ve been seeing demons
This power trip’s amazing, swear I love this feeling
They ain’t wanna f*ck with me so now I leave ‘em bleeding
Wanna hate on my sh*t, bet, then I’ma give them a reason
We’re just making bands over bands while them man is f*cking dreaming, ha
No way I’d switch on my bros, that sh*t is some f*cking treason
We’re just keeping up all this work, this here is our f*cking season

[Chorus]
Got me pouring my lean
b*tch, I’m not rocking Celine
Lil boy, and I got what I need
I’ve just been tweaking, i popped me a bean
Ha
b*tch, you can’t f*ck with the team
And I got that Rick on my jeans
Got that Rick Owens on me
Talking ‘bout freedom, them man are not free
[Verse 2]
Yeah, stacks up
I have to get all my racks up
Lil b*tch, I keep running my bag up
I’ve just been staying in the dark like a phantom
Them man chatting sh*t on the random
You don’t wanna hop on this wagon
How you gon’ drop all your sh*t with no fandom
b*tch I just want all the gold like a dragon

[Verse 3]
I’m so up
I’m so up b*tch, I’m so up
Get to the money, get to the guap
Don’t give a sh*t, b*tch, I don’t give a f*ck
Wake up in the morning I’m getting the guap
I’m smoking this sh*t, b*tch, I’m smoking them runts
I double the money, I double the cup
A fiend, I’m a fiend, I’m in love with the drugs
They’re begging me, yeah, them man want me to drop
b*tch, who the f*ck asked, you’re not getting a cut
I’m working all night, b*tch, I’m working so hard
He’s tryna promote but he ain’t got the funds
I know I’m the future, I trust in my luck
We’re smoking that boy, I’m not talking bout blunts
She can’t even walk cause I f*cked her so hard
They wanna chat sh*t then, okay it’s a war
[Chorus]
Got me pouring my lean
b*tch, I’m not rocking Celine
Lil boy, and I got what I need
I’ve just been tweaking, i popped me a bean
Ha
b*tch, you can’t f*ck with the team
And I got that Rick on my jeans
Got that Rick Owens on me
Talking ‘bout freedom, them man are not free