Bad Habit ft. Capital E & TBO ISO Lyrics

I'm in the whip doin fast shit

Yeah my clothes they made outta fashion

Fuck it my bitch she bad but made outta plastic

You know my guns they shoot automatic

Nigga wanna be on TV so now we got static

Ballin all the way from Miami to BK like I'm Dragic

Some things we want but can't have it

Live and die by the gun it's tragic

Twenty two finna pop up jus like a rabbit

Gotcha hoe on my dick lucky she can't have it

Got some friends they twenty one but not savage

I like all my greens but love all my cabbage

Oh she for the team fuck it call us Dallas

We Maverick , we Mavericks

I just keep fuckin, gotta bad habit

This bitch keep bouncin actin like a rabbit

From the hood so I ride around wit a ratchet

She like weed so you know a nigga had to trap it

Vaca so I know E had to pack it

She fly so you know a nigga had to wack it

No apple but a nigga had to Mac it

Handstand just know a nigga bout to clap it

Ain't no nigga that's fuckin wit us

I get up go to school bring that shit on the bus

If you not at the bank please don't ask bout no trust

I make love to my bitch but I'd rather the lust

I get up hit the weed then I ask can I bust

Shizzy past me the thirty then I ask can I bust

She thinking I'm soda she say I'm her crush

Her dome outer space what the fuck is a Musk

They thinking they hot but they not

This Smith in my hand don't get turned to Chris rock

Young boy but the oldest bitches give me top

Good boy but these pussy niggas is a lot

I know they tryna take me out my spot

Not Taken I'm bout to turn into the pop

Nine eleven the way the gang bout to drop

Love bacon but I swear to god I hate the cops

Yeah nah for real Smitt nigga you know it's fuck twelve, fuck twelve

Been trapping since last year nigga no reason

I shouldn't have bail, have bail

Nigga I feel like Spongebob when the perc got me snail, got me snail

Yeah it's free all of my guys who doin time in that cell, that cell

And I can't switch up on my brodie hell nah what the fuck

that about

You say you driving all these whips, why the fuck I seen you walking round

Damn that boy a joke he clown around

Just keep going up, keep making sounds

Yeah and I ain't never have shit so it feel like I'm too high up from the ground

I'm in the whip doin fast shit

Yeah my clothes they made outta fashion

Fuck it my bitch she bad but made outta plastic

You know my guns they shoot automatic

Nigga wanna be on TV so now we got static

Ballin all the way from Miami to BK like I'm Dragic

Some things we want but can't have it

Live and die by the gun it's tragic

twenty two finna pop up jus like a rabbit

Gotcha hoe on my dick lucky she can't have it

Got some friends they twenty one but not savage

I like all my greens but love all my cabbage

Oh she for the team fuck it call us Dallas

We Maverick , we Mavericks

I just keep fuckin, gotta bad habit