Habits (feat. Bank Money)

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Yeah, can you hit that light up
Yeah
Yeah
Uh

Gang Gang
Bitch
Go
I ain't worried bout these niggas talkin

Cause I already know
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Nigga, what I be doin'
I'm in the corner

Bitch, I be rollin' up tree
Rollin' up side
She wanna f*ck me
She call me father

But I'm not her pa
I already know
I just skate right past that bitch
I'm just like La La Di Da

Im going straight to the bank
Blowin' on stank
Yeah, this shit smell like a skunk
Wait, that shit is

Fah
I rolled up
Yeah, you know it's a run
Huh

After I f*ck that lil' bitty bitch
I kick her out like a punt
Yeah
Then I had went and block that lil' hoe number

I told that lil' bitch be done
Yeah, if you in the corner
I'm the nigga that's beside you
You know how the family ride

Glock on the side
Shootin' for lips
Better duck if you quit
33 in this bitch

32 in the clip
Now I'm feelin' like Rondo
He came to assist
If you want her cousin

Then I'll grab her sis
I'm done with the small talk
We on to the crib
Huh

Yeah, you know what it is
It's blues in my hand
Girl, I need you to script
Huh

Yeah, no need for the lip
I just need him to grip
I just hope I don't slip
Huh

Yeah, you say you love kids
Well, you must've lost your mind
You left one on your lip
Oops, my bad, I forgot

Don't forget I was focused on money
Got caught thinkin' rich
It's time now I turn to a savage
And I'm with the baddest

And no, you ain't fuckin' with me
Facts
Damn, I got bread like a sandwich
My girl say I'm mannish

It's what the f*ck am I supposed to be
I'ma slide like a plague
Girl, my girl say I'm selfish
But damn, it's okay

I be playin' for keep
Hit my bitch for the past seven days
But I had stopped on the eighth
Cause she makin' me weak

Damn
Don't need a cosign
I'm bad on my own
Like a child in the house

But you know they ain't checkin' for me
I'm in the stew
With a fork and a knife
Boy, you hungry for more

When I'm handlin' beef
I'm with the M's
F*ck a Maybach
Bitch, if you mad, then just say that

Ain't no button on me
Bitch, I don't play that
I'm on your top
Like a motherfuckin' wave cap

Go
Any nigga play with me
On his head is a halo
On hello, I'm raisin' that stick

Like Geppetto
For puttin' pedal to metal
Them horses get ready
Run down on a nigga like Melo

Coast-to-coast alley, I rope a dope
I fucked your bitch, it was easy
She a skeezer, I was schemin
Stay in her mouth like she teethin

She want dick, that's every weekday and weekend
No cape, I ain't savin
No hoe, bitch, you tweakin
I let her go

Yeah, through a nap
It was let go
What
Yeah, yeah, I know

Pimp is my Bible, it's on me
Whenever I die, hoe
And pimps love to die
Slow, you screwed

I know I'm loose
Remember the days I got throwed off that goose
While I listened to pimp
Tryna do what he do

Do what he do, man
Run around, nigga, you already know
That I'm pickin' up money
I'm baggin the dope

Headed right back to the spot
I see them watch
I had to go hit the dash
Nigga, they try to catch up

Trying to take pictures
No, nigga, I'm like the Flash
Play with me, nigga
Ill put your ass on a shirt

Pop a nigga like a perk
Put his body to the earth
Grab a shovel for the dirt
You know how it work

Just hope I don't fall to a curse
Not worried about demons that lurk
The killer inside me

Gon' kill any bitch that's inside me
That you think inside me
You lyin', you don't know the verse
Murder, murder

Quick grab the burner
These niggas tryna teach
And I'm tryna learn them
Murder, murder

Quick grab the burner
These niggas tryna eat
And I'm bout' to serve them
Cold turkey

He want it beef
So I turn on the fish
And send him to the deep
Then sit down and pray

I'm hopin' he meet
Blood in the water
I'm hopin' they see
You know I'm gon' walk my walk

And bullets gon' pepper
Wherever I see that assault
You know I'm gon' talk my talk
When I catch a body

You know it get chalk
Huh, yeah
We in the zone
F*ck what you claimin

It's f*ck what you on
Call me lil Rudy
Tabootie
It's magic

This stick
When I snap
Dont get hit in ya dome
Yeah, yeah

I be rollin' off a bean though
I already know
Man, she tryna come f*ck with me
Baby, I gave her the bean pole

She wanna kick it with me
But I'm out with the vatos
I kick it with gringos
You already know

Man, I'm talkin
I need that blue faces
I need all them green notes
Hit my new bitch in the spot

With the Gucci on
Made her go in switch positions
Like nigga, what's up
And the bitch turned to coochie on

Yes
Independent little bitch
But you know that her favorite
Anthem, the Boosie song

She gon' be quick to pick
Up that fye
Nigga, if you do me wrong
What

Cool ass bitch with a hot head
Hot
Bad as f*ck oh yea

She drop dead
(Gorgeous)
My bitch dope like a pot head
Dope head

Fuckin' up her weave
Got the mop head
Yes, huh
I be on bully

But keep it cool
(Cool)
Stay in school
Don't play with me

Boy you know what to do
Huh

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