Rumi - BiC lyrics

Chorus b**h I'm lit b**h I'm lit Pa** the bic Hold up click b**h I'm lit lit lit b**h I'm lit lit lit b**h I'm lit b**h I'm lit Pa** the bic Hold up click b**h I'm lit lit lit b**h I'm lit lit lit Lit lit Verse 1 Hold up Who the f**in man? Huh? I'm the f**in man I do it Cus I can Got a blunt in my hand Her a** in the other She calls me daddy when we f** God bless her father Emma Watson with my wand Her wrist game proper Popped a pill now I'm sweating Let that ba** boom I ain't bothered Hit the rest room bout to vomit Liquor pouring from the faucet b**h I'm sauced but I'm flossing b**h I'm lit b**h I'm awesome Tell your friends we do this often Hit the the strip and get it popping When you do you, ain't no stopping Mind yo business make that profit With the whole crew out here Wilding She liked frat boys I like rhyming Break her off, then blame the timing Chorus Verse 2 Put My life on the line for this sh** Cancel on my ex ain't got time for that sh** Throw my phone at the wall stumble stumble grab the bottle Drinking like there's no tomorrow Only smashing if she models Turned the condo to a brothel 4 am in Toronto b**h I need the money pronto Then I throw it that's the motto Watch her shake like gelato Made my wave now they gonn follow In the whip like where the top go? Tracing me, young Pica**o f** what y'all know, this my god flow f** with my dough I'm don Pablo Burning backwoods at the night show With eyes low b**hes telling me to smile more Ain't my style hoe With my main b**h and my Side hoe Waking up in different time zones Spit these verses off my iPhone Get them racks in then I fly home