Lit Like Bic (Intro)

Drinking on something Why you gotta be drinking on something If you chillin with me what the hell you doing sober Oh girl you gotta be drinking on something or smoking on something, Shorty gonna pop on something I ain’t trippin’ man And I don’t give a fuck if she’s your girl that means She’s drinking on something have you smoking on something Lit, lit, lit Lit like Bic Sremm life shit Been in by 6, 2 by 2, 4 by 4 Sremm life shit, don't answer that door Neighbors keep knockin', hey Bitches keep watchin', Hoes keep jockin', uh huh But the money keep flocking They wishin' we was floppin’ I can see it on their faces, see it on they faces I can point at different bitches, And I bet they all from different places Look at all this money, Lit, lit, lit Sremm life shit, Sremm life Pop a chair and sit Papa bear shit I'm so grown, brand new car, I'm so on Yea nigga what, all my niggas rich All my bitches rich too, so you need a key to come visit New 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, lit, lit, lit 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 them out once a week, I'm cool, oh That's mint, I'm cool Damn, midnight crew Paint the Maserati midnight blue Money pool, I'm 'bout to swim right through Who are you? Who say they got that stanky loud, I wanna smell it You say you run your funky town, I'll let you tell it Who really run the underground, I wanna lead ya I really tryna bite the style, you know we see ya Before I let my whole hood down, I’ll bring my team up You say you run your funky 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 jeepers creepers, Wild boy in a wife beater Hoppin' out of that two-seater, Toot, toot 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 Better run for cover 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 Sremm life shit Been in by 6, 2 by 2, 4 by 4 Sremm life shit, don't answer that door