Bad Habits

Aye Pops
So I know I told you I was gone stop
But I got bad habits

Stuck in my ways, yea I got bad habits
Told my pops that I’m done, but I still been trappin
Working every dollar trying to make shit happen
They heard I’m back at it now the whole city addicts

This money my juul, it’s getting harder to quit
And this weed so strong, it’s getting harder to hit
Since I started in this shit I had targets to hit
I been drainin my burner need to charge it a bit (Yea)

My vision the mission, It hit me like a collision
When I made my decisions, I always had my intentions
To make the perfect incision, without a single revision
Put the game in remission, killing des beats get addiction (what)

I’m addicted to winnin, and the money and women
Heard you said that you want it, but really who is you kiddin (not me)
N a room fulla hustlers and you know you don’t fit in
How you been at it for years? N’ you still don’t get it (haha)

Why yo lines like that, Why yo rhymes like that
How he shine like that, Cause I grind like that (oh yea)
I’m back on the liquor, I got back on the woods
I spit verses with purpose like you wish you could, lil bitch

Stuck in my ways, yea I got bad habits
Told my pops that I’m done, but I still been trappin
Working every dollar trying to make shit happen
They heard I’m back at it now the whole city addicts

This money my juul, it’s getting harder to quit
Man this weed so strong, it’s getting harder to hit
Since I started this shit I had targets to hit
I Been drainin my burner need to charge it a bit (aye)

I’m a east side boy please don’t tell me calm down (shh)
To all my dawgs in it look how far we gone now (yea)
Got a hardtop roof but the bitch go down (down)
She kissing on my neck hope that bitch don’t drown (woo)

I got that dope dick, she left her man, nothing new (haa)
Y’all ain’t on my level cause I got a better view (yea)
In the trap like uber and I’m getting good reviews (what)
I was moving on a lude down Andrews Avenue (hold up)

Slumpin on my wheel, man, trying to get a deal, man
Fuck how he feel man, fuck how you feel fam
Fuck how you feel, Talk dat shit, it don’t offend us
And when I'm at these show I got hittas in attendance, ugh

Stuck in my ways, yea I got bad habits
Told my pops that I’m done, but I still been trappin
Working every dollar trying to make shit happen
They heard I’m back at it now the whole city addicts

This money my juul, it’s getting harder to quit
And this weed so strong, it’s getting harder to hit
Since I started this shit I had targets to hit
I Been drainin my burner I need to charge it a bit, yuh