Habit

INTRO:

GANG

VERSE 1

Back to school shoppin’
I Bought me a rachet
And this pencil got a led
Imma let that n***a have it
And i got a habit
Of fucking on this bad b***h
Tinted RVs all my niggas steady trappin’

Bucks I gotta bag it
Money green like cabbage
My mans died
That shit turned me to a savage
Knockin’ down them doors
Swear to god that we was wildin’
Got it on my own
Need no co-d or no stylist

Ain’t no point of talking
We not talking, we won’t speak again (at all)
Ain’t no point of fightin’
We gone blast em with like twenty tens/twins
N****s I love I ain’t cappin I won’t see again
All I is hustle I ain’t stopping I was built to win

2020 I was chilling with my feet up
This year, we touching millis they gone see us
Diss me, BK gone wack em bet we T’d up
Referees, Bet we gonе line/light em like I’m fеver
And I got a diva in love with her demeanor
Said I’m stuck and I ain’t never gone leave her

All these diamonds got em blinded
Looking like Caesar
The way I’m ballin’
They think im ace straight out the cleaners

These hoes wanna do meet ups
I told that b***h to eat up
Told me to pay
Bet I f**k and then I leave her
Ain’t got s**t to say
When I pop up in that V
And they watching the face
Got em gossiping like females

They wanna be my friends
I’m just trynna see a M
That ain’t how it went
But I’ll see you when I spin
The way that I am
I keep it G I don’t pretend
Come ride in the Benz
Just you f**k all of your friends
I’m the man

I’m the man I’m the man

I’m the man I’m the man

And I took off
Too fly I ran up my bands
And ya too soft
I don’t get the fronting on the gram

All these diamonds
I dont even need a light
And they see me
On the real
I don’t even care about the fame
Or the TVs Or VVS
Really wanna be me
All that talk ain’t the vibe
When see me
Believe me