Bad Habits, Pt. 3 Lyrics

Got a bitch on my line she tripping

Smoking gas while I'm cruising around whipping

Drinking Tron fuck up the vision

Fuck love so I stay on my pimping

Bitches thots and these niggas be simping

Gave her dick now she walk around limping

All these chains got shorty eyes squinting

Run a bag and it look like I'm sprinting

Nike tech shorty stares at my printing

Dog nigga so I play with her kitten

She sees the drip and knows that I'm different

Making plays shorty all in my business

I get high and stay on the mission

Smoke break hold on give me a minute

Yea wait smoke break hold on give me a minute

I move tact while I'm up in the trenches

On the court used to sit on the benches

Why you hating and all in my mentions

Niggas gay just want some attention

Real nigga never scared of no tension

Bad bitches they all in my section

Can't pick so I stay with selections

EBK we ain't being selective

I got bitches acting like detectives

You ain't mine who you think you pressing

I get cake and count my blessings

I love green with blue cheese dressing

Smoking Za when life be stressing

It's okay now cause I learned my lesson

Bitches cap and showing fake affection

And I know they just trying to make a connection

I bossed up tunnel vision my direction

With the gang and I'm toting on a weapon

And this clip holds way more than seven

I pray my angels just make it to heaven

On the shoes just paid like eleven

Moving dolo cause you know I ain't threatened

When I die I'm going go out a legend

I'm getting money just by the second

And the top spot is where I'm headed

Once I fuck shorty know I got to dead it

Different flow I got mad different methods

Got bad bitches flying from Texas

In the whip and it cruises like a Lexus

And the life that I live be reckless

Beat it up with my gold chain necklace

One night and I'm leaving her breathless