Bad Habits lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (x7)
Tell dat n*gga pipe up

[Verse 1]
Ride with a b*tch
But I still can’t spend time on a b*tch
And I still can't get mind off a b*tch
Bad thoughs so I had to lie to a b*tch
‘Fore I bust her over she was sliming and sh*t
She the type to get on top, ridin on the di*k
With no license and sh*t, and she quiet and sh*t
Freak hoe acting all shy with the sh*ts
Like why you actin?
What the f*ck happened?
Drivin 100, no seatbelt fastened
Your b*tch in love with the drip and the fashion
Roll up a blunt it won't do me like acid
Racks on my mind, talk about payment
I’m so used to fake n*ggas I been feelin famous
n*ggas lying to my face and I ain’t even faze it
But if you fronting to my face then we gon f*ckin fade it

[Verse 2]
One thing that I learned ‘bout hoes is they fake, 2 faced b*tches all I know
So when I find a new b*tch with a fat ass
Down to do it
I already know its for exposure
Dig for gold but they hit the boulder
sh*t’s way different for the ones who know us
I can’t let it get down my throat, I go hard when a n*gga looking for some closure
I just thought you wouldn't leave me like that
And that goes for Kam too, Imma leave it at that
I ain’t mean to sound corny but it’s deeper than rap
As a young n*gga running round the streets wit the mac
They gon’ say imma monster
Someone call up a doctor
I been killing my brain
Because of habits I foster
If I wasn’t insane
I would be writing it harder
And i would tell all you n*ggas
About the thoughts that I guarded

[Outro]
Reece, Foreign
You know I had to show them lil n*ggas what i got
That ain’t much tho