Bad Habits

I been on 'em roads
Swerving, changing lanes
Get dropped like dominoes,
If you speaking on big brodies na-a-ame
Talking hot for show, but they ain't put in pain
I'm staying on my toes
Cuz I could never let 'em take my pla-a-ace,
Bad habits that should be my middle name
I'm tryna change,
Shit all this pain stuck in my brain it ain't gon fa-a-ade,
Rolling all this dope 3.5 to the face,
I'll make it rain
For all 'em nights that we was tryna make a cha-a-ange
I got some bad habits
Chase the cash a mad addict
Broski turned a 2 into a 4
I call that mathematics
Nah call that trapmatics
Fiends flip like some acrobatics
Smoking out this P this shit too neat,
It have you asthmatic
Stacking green I'm always stacking cheese this ain't no damn sandwich
Packing heat, lil bro he packing heat move wrong he clap at 'em
Move wrong he clap at 'em, man he gon blast at 'em
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I been on 'em roads swerving changing,
Get dropped like
If you speaking on big brodies name and that ain't changing,
Talking hot for show but they be faking
I'm staying on my toes cuz I can't let 'em take my placement
No replacing

I been on 'em roads swerving changing lanes,
Get dropped like dominoes if you speaking on big brodies na-a-ame,
Talking hot for show, but they ain't put in pain
I'm staying on my toes
Cuz I could never let 'em take my pla-a-ace
Bad habits that should be my middle name,
I'm tryna change
Shit all this pain stuck in my brain it ain't gon fa-a-ade,
Rolling all this dope 3.5 to the face I'll make it rain
For all 'em nights that we was tryna make a cha-a-ange,
Make a wa-a-ay,
So my family strai-ai-aight
They ain't gotta feel the pain that we done fa-a-aced,
Tryna page a lane so money ain't a tha-a-ang,
Ain't come here to play im finna take my pla-a-ace,
I ain't gon trust no hoe, no I won't fall for the game
They just want my change,
But I can't change I know these bitches play the sa-a-ame,
Can't love no my heart turned cold,
Only affection for this bank
I got some habits I can't shake,
But just know that I'm gon be strai-ai-aight

I been on 'em roads,
Swerving changing lanes
Get dropped like dominoes
If you speaking on big brodies na-a-ame,
Talking hot for show but they ain't put in pain,
I'm staying on my toes
Cuz I could never let 'em take my pla-a-ace,
Bad habits that should be my middle name,
I'm tryna change
Shit all this pain stuck in my brain it aint gon fa-a-ade,
Rolling all this dope 3.5 to the face,
I'll make it rain
For all 'em nights that we was tryna make a cha-a-ange



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Writer(s): Nate Harris
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