BAD HABITS

[Chorus]

She want Chanelly, the big bag, told that bitch, “who the **** is ya daddy”

And I’m peeping that she got her ex calling, tell that **** nigga, “I got a backend”

And I might catch a body if you talking about it, I promise you I ain't no average

Baby I’m with the static, he lackin' I promise you under the bridge, we gon' bagg em

Baby hold my strap, while I count these racks, let you know I’m violent, yea

We catch em bad if he keep talking that

Then the nigga gon' die, yea

I get 'em gone

New lil Patek gon' match up ya tone

Said she loving me whether I’m wrong

Whenever I’m busy don’t pick up my phone

But you know that I’m calling right after the tone

[Verse 1]

I need the neck, I need ya body

When I get back Imma give you that sloppy

My baby Dior, I give her whatever

She riding on me like a big kawasaki

No I ain’t playing with none of these bitches, I’m cutting these hoes get the **** from around me

Gotta get right back, stack the bread keep countin'

No a nigga don’t care, shoot his dome I’m wildin

I could admit that its my fault, all these bitches walked in

She do not know what its like just to live like a rockstar, all my niggas walked in

That boy I know that he cappin', I swear that he not hard, why the **** he be getting it

[Pre-Chorus]

VVs up, new big Patek

Two B's up, I’m big brackin

Bloody my feet, I’m big steppin'

New white coat, that Moncler

Gotta big thot, don’t mind her

Bitch get the **** from round here

She got a mother****in' bad habit

She keep snapping on me, then get back at it

And she know that I be gone

While I’m working she think that I’m ****ing with hoes then

[Chorus]

She want Chanelly, the big bag, told that bitch, “who the **** is ya daddy”

And I’m peeping that she got her ex calling, tell that **** nigga, “I got a backend”

And I might catch a body if you talking about it, I promise you I ain't no average

Baby I’m with the static, he lackin' I promise you under the bridge, we gon' bagg em

Baby hold my strap, while I count these racks, let you know I’m violent, yea

We catch em bad if he keep talking that

Then the nigga gon' die, yea

I get 'em gone

New lil Patek gon' match up ya tone

Said she loving me whether I’m wrong

Whenever I’m busy don’t pick up my phone

But you know that I’m calling right after the tone

[Verse 2]

****in wit a Birkin, she counting up guap though

If I see what I like then I’m killing it

Trappin' out of this hoe feel like Ralo

You can’t step in my shoes, you don’t fit in

I been right up with the demons, yea

I just spent all the bands out in Neimans, yea

Put the racks in the back of the Beamer

And they hated the fact I put racks in my jeans

And they hated the fact that no nigga can reach me

You been tryna come up, now you see me

Run it back, she gon' keep it on repeat

I just spent 100 on her body

My niggas forever wit it, catch a body

Imma tell that naggin hoe again, yea

[Pre-Chorus]

VVs up, new big Patek

Two B's up, I’m big brackin

Bloody my feet, I’m big steppin'

New white coat, that Moncler

Gotta big thot, don’t mind her

Bitch get the **** from round here

She got a mother****in' bad habit

She keep snapping on me, then get back at it

And she know that I be gone

While I’m working she think that I’m ****ing with hoes then

[Chorus]

She want Chanelly, the big bag, told that bitch, “who the **** is ya daddy”

And I’m peeping that she got her ex calling, tell that **** nigga, “I got a backend”

And I might catch a body if you talking about it, I promise you I ain't no average

Baby I’m with the static, he lackin' I promise you under the bridge, we gon' bagg em

Baby hold my strap, while I count these racks, let you know I’m violent, yea

We catch em bad if he keep talking that

Then the nigga gon' die, yea

I get 'em gone

New lil Patek gon' match up ya tone

Said she loving me whether I’m wrong

Whenever I’m busy don’t pick up my phone

But you know that I’m calling right after the tone

[Outro]

Hm

Hmm

Hm, hm ya ya

Hm, hm, hm, mm

Ya ya ya

I’m gon' **** on this money like a thot hoe

All these hunnids on me, what I got though

Runnin' up for the bank, she a thot hoe

Nigga run up on me you gon' die though