Lit Like Bic lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jimmy]

Drinkin' on somethin'

Man I gotta be drinkin' on somethin'

Just chillin' with me with the haters doin' somethin'

Little Grey, gotta be drinkin' on somethin'

I'm smokin' on somethin', tryna go pop on somethin'

I ain't trippin', man I don't give a fuck if it's your girl

Man she drinkin' on somethin', have you smokin' on somethin'

Have you smokin' on somethin'

[Hook: Swae Lee]

Golly, golly, she love me, and

My woman, my ho, these women

Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic

SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6

2 by 2, 4 by 4

SremmLife shit, don't answer that door

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]

Neighbors keep knockin', bitches keep watchin'

Hoes keep jockin', but the money keep flockin'

They wishin' we was floppin', I can see it on their faces

I can point at different bitches and I bet they all from different places

Look at all this money, lit, lit, lit

SremmLife shit, pop a chair sit

Poppa bear shit, I'm so grown

Brand new car, I'm so on

Yeah nigga what, all my niggas rich

All my bitches rich too so you need a key to come visit

News life shit, test this cup

Test this cup, do it for us

Four eyed, damn, I'm twisted bad, I can feel it

Aquafina water, go ahead and pill it

Go ahead and pill it, do it if you dare

I just wanna lay it down and run my fingers right through her hair

Remove her underwear, lick, lick, lick

Lit sex yes, she show chest

Breathe in deep, geeked all week

Sunday night, Sunday fight

Argue, don't wanna argue

How could you think that I would ever leave you?

I see right through you

Get money with the same crew

I fuck the same hoes like you

Switch 'em out once a week, I'm cool

That's mid, I'm cool

Midnight crew

Paint the Maserati midnight blue

Money pool, I'm 'bout to swim right through

Who are you?

[Verse 2: Slim Jimmy]

Who said they got that stanky loud? I wanna smell it

You say you run your fuckin' town, I let you tell it

Who really run the underground? I wanna meet you

Already tryna bite the style, you know we see you

Before I let my whole hood down I'll bring my team up

You say you run your fuckin' town, we need to link up

I came from that dirty town, look how I clean up

I came from that dirty town, look how I clean up

Lick, lick like Jeeper's Creepers, wild boy in a wife beater

Hoppin' out of that two seater, doot doot, that's a new Beamer

Bad bitches come see Jimmy, just might leave a tip with you

Lit, lit, might spend a ticket, see if these red bottoms fit you

I'm doin' numbers, Sremm goin' bonkers

Bands bustin', better run for cover

Turnt up, I might run for governor

I need bottles here on the double

I need bitches here on the double

I need condoms here on the double

Rae Sremmurd, that's double trouble