Backpack - Lit Like Bic lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jimmy] Drinkin' on somethin' Man I gotta be drinkin' on somethin' Just chillin' with me with the haters doin' somethin' Little Grey, gotta be drinkin' on somethin' I'm smokin' on somethin', tryna go pop on somethin' I ain't trippin', man I don't give a f** if it's your girl Man she drinkin' on somethin', have you smokin' on somethin' Have you smokin' on somethin' [Hook: Swae Lee] Golly, golly, she love me, and My woman, my ho, these women 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**, pop a chair sit Poppa bear sh**, 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 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, 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 Already 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 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 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 Bands bustin', better run for cover Turnt 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 Rae Sremmurd, that's double trouble [Hook: Swae Lee] Golly, golly, she love me, and My woman, my ho, these women Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic SremmLife sh**, bendin' by 6 2 by 2, 4 by 4 SremmLife sh**, don't answer that door