[Intro: Slim Jimmy]
Drinkin' on somethin'
Man I gotta be drinkin' on somethin'
Just chillin' with me [?] doin' somethin', little green
Gotta be drinkin' on somethin'
I'm smokin' on somethin', try to go pop on somethin'
I ain't trippin', I don't give a f** if it's your girl
Man she drinkin' on somethin', smokin' on somethin'
Have you smokin' on somethin'
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife sh**, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife sh**, don't answer that door
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Neighbors keep knockin', b**hes 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 b**hes and I bet they all from different places
Look at all this money, lit, lit, lit
SremmLife sh**, poppin' chapstick
Pop a bad b**h, I'm so grown
Brand new car, I'm so on
Yeah n***a what, all my n***as rich
All my b**hes rich too so you need a key to come visit
News life sh**, 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 peel it
Go ahead and peel 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 s** 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 f** 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 f**in' town, I let you tell it
Who really run the underground? I wanna meet you
I'm really 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 f**in' 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
Lit, lit, like Jeeper's Creepers, wild boy in a wife beater
Hoppin' out of that two seater, doot doot, that's a new Beamer
Bad b**hes 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
Blasts bustin', better run for cover
[?] up, I might run for governor
I need bottles here on the double
I need b**hes here on the double
I need condoms here on the double
Face Sremm and that's double trouble
[Chorus: Swae Lee]