Lit Like Bic (Sremmurd Rae)

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 fuck if it's your girl Man she drinkin' on somethin', smokin' on somethin' Have you smokin' on somethin' Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6 2 by 2, 4 by 4 SremmLife shit, don't answer that door 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, poppin' chapstick Pop a bad bitch, 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 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 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? 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 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 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 Blasts 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 Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6 2 by 2, 4 by 4 SremmLife shit, don't answer that door