(Hook)
I got bad a habit
Everything I wear high fashion
Ima make the money stretch like Elastic
Try to play wit me shit gon get tragic
Ain’t no sugar coatin ain’t no Cap’n
She gon suck me up like a vacuum
Bitch I call the plays john Madden
Ima pull up wit a Mac 10
Put a fuck nigga in a casket
(Verse 1)
1st off fuck these bitches fuck these niggas
I’m tryna touch 9 figures
Raised around drug dealing
U ain’t real i can’t feel u
Bitch I’m slime Drip’n venom
Ima dog out the kennel
Get the money fuck some feelings
Got no patients I Ain’t talking I’m just blasting (yea
I ain’t giving nomore chances
Make scene yea my niggas causing damage
For that bag ima go on a rampage
Came a long way fucking bitches in the staircase
Had to get my money right you play wit me then it’s on sight
& my brother got my back they would never cross the line
Can’t fuck new niggas u niggas be switching sides
Can’t run game on me Wat goes around come around
Stay low but u know I keep my 4.4
Bank roll ima spend it on some new clothes
Glo’n Up I can't be fucking wit no old hoes
40 crack his head like a snow globe
You know I’m shooting I won’t hesitate
I’m heavyweight & u niggas is more like featherweight
You try to run up on me that’s a big mistake
I’m finna blow up like I’m mixing shit in chemistry
I Got A Bad Habit
Everything I wear high fashion
Ima make the money stretch like elastic
Try to play me shit gon get tragic
Ain’t no sugar coat’n ain’t no cap’n (yea
So y you laughing ?
Run up on me shit gon get tragic
Whoa , wit automatics (yea
(Hook)