Rumi
BiC
Chorus

Bitch I'm lit bitch I'm lit
Pass the bic
Hold up click
Bitch I'm lit lit lit
Bitch I'm lit lit lit
bitch I'm lit bitch I'm lit
Pass the bic
Hold up click
Bitch I'm lit lit lit
Bitch I'm lit lit lit
Lit lit

Verse 1

Hold up
Who the fuckin man? Huh?
I'm the fuckin man
I do it Cus I can
Got a blunt in my hand
Her ass in the other
She calls me daddy when we fuck
God bless her father
Emma Watson with my wand
Her wrist game proper
Popped a pill now I'm sweating
Let that bass boom I ain't bothered
Hit the rest room bout to vomit
Liquor pouring from the faucet
Bitch I'm sauced but I'm flossing
Bitch I'm lit bitch 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 shit
Cancel on my ex ain't got time for that shit
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
Bitch 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 Picasso
Fuck what y'all know, this my god flow
Fuck with my dough I'm don Pablo
Burning backwoods at the night show
With eyes low
Bitches telling me to smile more
Ain't my style hoe
With my main bitch and my Side hoe
Waking up in different time zones
Spit these verses off my iPhone
Get them racks in then I fly home