bic Lyrics

Bitch I tote that choppa, bitch I tote that stick

Have you prayin' on the block cuz shawty you get hit

Bitch I'm sippin' cough syrup but I don't be sick

If I'm tryna light the blunt, I grab the fucking Bic

Call my fuckin' slime

He rock that fuckin' Rick

Yeah the packs came in, and so we takin' flics

Yeah, it ain't Halloween but bitch we got some tricks

Finna pop that fuckin' bean and jump up in the pit

My brudda tryna blitz

I rock these new designs

I was chillin with that bih' and she was way too fine

I was smokin' on some shit and I sleep with my nine

And I don't really need no friends, like do you fucking mind

Don't sip no fuckin' Tris

I'm looking for that wock

I got scripts on top of scripts so shoutout to the doc

And we move with real sticks so we don't use no props

This some Curse Gang shit, yeah we don't fuck with cops

Took her to the back and she gon' give me top

If I'm tryna shoot the K, then I unfold the stock

Yeah, I be in the streets and I be on them yachts

Think you richer than me, bitch you must be smokin' rocks

I got married to the bands, yeah bitch I tied the knot

I be getting to these bands, like when I touch the pot

I don't really give a fuck, I be like fuck the plot

In my pants gen five, it hold that fuckin' Glock

Bitch I tote that choppa, bitch I tote that stick

Have you prayin' on the block cuz shawty you get hit

Bitch I'm sippin' cough syrup but I don't be sick

If I'm tryna light the blunt, I grab the fucking Bic

Call my fuckin' slime

He rock that fuckin' Rick

Yeah the packs came in, and so we takin' flics

Yeah, it ain't Halloween but bitch we got some tricks

Finna pop that fuckin' bean and jump up in the pit