Bad Habit
(Yuh, ay)
Yuh, I can't hang around your crew
I'm gettin secondhand embarrassment
I been sittin' back smokin' blunts with my therapist
She don't like the way I talk, she tell me I'm arrogant
'Cause I told her me and all you boys are no comparison
Bitch whatcha starin' at?
Yuh
Need the whip, Rolls Royce, not a Maybach
You stay talkin' shit and I hate that
Two shots at your nose, where your face at
Fucked around and turned this shit into a closed casket
Hit a lick up on your uncle now I'm livin' lavish
Houdini, way you disappear it's kinda like magic
Sorry I keep dissin' all my opps, it's a bad habit
I be ballin like I'm Stan Musial
Never work no nine to five
Tryna live up in a mansion not no cubicle
Lean got me feelin' so unusual
I would pop a Addy but that shit had me so nervous
Bitin' nails to my cuticles
My bitch lookin beautiful
Your bitch look usable
Heard she for the streets, that body count is inexcusable
I just popped a pharmaceutical
I swear that doing drugs and music therapeutical
I'm killin' shit like usual
Killin' shit like take your life
Came from 1955
Take a name, you pay the price
Sippin red, this ain't no wine
If you gon' talk to me then you best keep that shit concise
Fuck around tell me all the wrong things,
Find out you get denied
That means I don't fuck with you if that wasn't implied
It's flee the scene or take a shell if you wanna decide
I think the move is to be grateful I'm giving you time
(One call and I could have your head in the drop of a dime)
Bitch whatcha starin' at?
Yuh
Need the whip, Rolls Royce, not a Maybach
You stay talkin' shit and I hate that
Two shots at your nose, where your face at
Fucked around and turned this shit into a closed casket
Hit a lick up on your uncle now I'm livin' lavish
Houdini, way you disappear it's kinda like magic
Sorry I keep dissin' all my opps, it's a bad habit
Yuh, I can't hang around your crew
I'm gettin secondhand embarrassment
I been sittin' back smokin' blunts with my therapist
She don't like the way I talk, she tell me I'm arrogant
'Cause I told her me and all you boys are no comparison
Bitch whatcha starin' at?
Yuh
Need the whip, Rolls Royce, not a Maybach
You stay talkin' shit and I hate that
Two shots at your nose, where your face at
Fucked around and turned this shit into a closed casket
Hit a lick up on your uncle now I'm livin' lavish
Houdini, way you disappear it's kinda like magic
Sorry I keep dissin' all my opps, it's a bad habit
I be ballin like I'm Stan Musial
Never work no nine to five
Tryna live up in a mansion not no cubicle
Lean got me feelin' so unusual
I would pop a Addy but that shit had me so nervous
Bitin' nails to my cuticles
My bitch lookin beautiful
Your bitch look usable
Heard she for the streets, that body count is inexcusable
I just popped a pharmaceutical
I swear that doing drugs and music therapeutical
I'm killin' shit like usual
Killin' shit like take your life
Came from 1955
Take a name, you pay the price
Sippin red, this ain't no wine
If you gon' talk to me then you best keep that shit concise
Fuck around tell me all the wrong things,
Find out you get denied
That means I don't fuck with you if that wasn't implied
It's flee the scene or take a shell if you wanna decide
I think the move is to be grateful I'm giving you time
(One call and I could have your head in the drop of a dime)
Bitch whatcha starin' at?
Yuh
Need the whip, Rolls Royce, not a Maybach
You stay talkin' shit and I hate that
Two shots at your nose, where your face at
Fucked around and turned this shit into a closed casket
Hit a lick up on your uncle now I'm livin' lavish
Houdini, way you disappear it's kinda like magic
Sorry I keep dissin' all my opps, it's a bad habit
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