Bad Habits

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Imma run it up till I can't no more
Sell out the pack till it ain't no more
I told my niggas we can't go broke
I got some habbits I can't control
I buy my bitch everything she wanting
[?] money
Baby you know that we came from nothing
We did not go through that pain for nothing
Mama ain't got no job
Ain't gon let her get no job
Soon as this shit get hard
[?] robbed
I promised my niggas [?]
[?]
See how they rocking the hurricane
My niggas be fucking up everything

[Chorus: Ralo]
I put my bitch in designer
I told my niggas I got 'em
Niggas be asking for problems
They gon be asking who shot him?
I put my bitch in designer
I told my niggas I got 'em
Niggas be asking for problems
They gon be asking who shot him?

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
Some of my niggas, they Crippin
Some of my niggas, they Bloods
Some of my niggas, they muslem
All of my niggas, they thuggin
None of my niggas ain't tussling
You play with them, get to busting
Pussy ass niggas, can't touch them
[?]
I treat my bitch like [?]
She say I'm her favorite [?]
All of my partners got gualla
Broke niggas, they make me [?]
See Glizzy come through with the Lama
I make your block shake like it's Harlem
Glizzy [?]
These niggas, they don't want no problems
They don't wanna work, and it's [?]
They just wanna sit on they ass
Got [?]
Bitch shut up, and go blow a bag
[?] looking for [?]
I got [?] right on the dash
She wanted a nigga with class
She wanted a nigga with swag

[Chorus: Ralo]
I put my bitch in designer
I told my niggas I got 'em
Niggas be asking for problems
They gon be asking who shot him?
I put my bitch in designer
I told my niggas I got 'em
Niggas be asking for problems
They gon be asking who shot him?

[Verse 3: Ralo]
Never [?]
We always gotta go and make it happen
Even if we do not make it rapping
I know that my niggas gon make it happen
We in this shit forever
Go through this shit together
Fell off [?] the law
Never got caught
I don't know how
I [?]
[?] water
I made my niggas my brothers
We do not fuck with others
We came from sleeping on air bags
I see my lil brother [?]
[?] gun on the floor
The only time I ever called [?]
[?] protect himself
Who would've thought he'd kill himself?
We used to [?] everyone else
[?]
[?]
We ain't ask daddy for shit
Never gon break down crying
We just gon break down the bricks

[Chorus: Ralo]
I put my bitch in designer
I told my niggas I got 'em
Niggas be asking for problems
They gon be asking who shot him?
I put my bitch in designer
I told my niggas I got 'em
Niggas be asking for problems
They gon be asking who shot him?