Lit Like Bic

[Intro - Slim Jimmy:]Drinkin' on somethinMan I gotta be drinkin' on somethinJust chillin' with me [?] doin' somethin', little greenGotta be drinkin' on somethinI'm smokin' on somethin', try to go pop on somethinI ain't trippin', I don't give a fuck if it's your girlMan she drinkin' on somethin', smokin' on somethinHave you smokin' on somethin[Hook - Swae Lee:]Lit, lit, lit, lit like BicSremmLife shit, bendin' by 62 by 2, 4 by 4SremmLife shit, don't answer that door[Verse 1 - Swae Lee:]Neighbors keep knockin', bitches keep watchinHoes keep jockin', but the money keep flockinThey wishin' we was floppin', I can see it on their facesI can point at different bitches and I bet they all from different placesLook at all this money, lit, lit, litSremmLife shit, poppin' chapstickPop a bad bitch, I'm so grownBrand new car, I'm so onYeah nigga what, all my niggas richAll my bitches rich too so you need a key to come visitNews life shit, test this cupTest this cup, do it for usFour eyed, damn, I'm twisted bad, I can feel itAquafina water, go ahead and peel itGo ahead and peel it, do it if you dareI just wanna lay it down and run my fingers right through her hairRemove her underwear, lick, lick, lickLit sex yes, she show chestBreathe in deep, geeked all weekSunday night, Sunday fightArgue, don't wanna argueHow could you think that I would ever leave you?I see right through youGet money with the same crewI fuck the same hoes like youSwitch 'em out once a week, I'm coolThat's mid, I'm coolMidnight crew, paint the Maserati midnight blueMoney pool, I'm 'bout to swim right throughWho are you?[Verse 2 - Slim Jimmy:]Who said they got that stanky loud? I wanna smell itYou say you run your fuckin' town, I let you tell itWho really run the underground? I wanna meet youI'm really tryna bite the style, you know we see youBefore I let my whole hood down I'll bring my team upYou say you run your fuckin' town, we need to link upI came from that dirty town, look how I clean upI came from that dirty town, look how I clean upLit, lit, like Jeeper's Creepers, wild boy in a wife beaterHoppin' out of that two seater, doot doot, that's a new BeamerBad bitches come see Jimmy, just might leave a tip with youLit, lit, might spend a ticket, see if these red bottoms fit youI'm doin' numbers, Sremm goin' bonkersBlasts bustin', better run for cover[?] up, I might run for governorI need bottles here on the doubleI need bitches here on the doubleI need condoms here on the doubleFace Sremm and that's double trouble[Hook - Swae Lee]