Rae Sremmurd - Lit Like Bic lyrics

[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]