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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