Good Habits ft. Saint Bbaby Lyrics

(Uhm Heyy Omps)

(Bbaby)

I can't go back to myself doin' bad habits

What can I say I love racks I'm a band addict

Me & my niggas jus' hopped into Dior

My hitters don't play when it comes to my dealer

I been sippin' on Tris bae don't mind how I talk

He stay with a pipe I jus' hate he got caught

We don't beef on the net dawg I still let the racks talk back

I jus' walked in the store with a Louis tote bag

We gon' shit on you niggas don't care how you feel

I still pour up drank and I jus' cracked the seal

(Yeah Yeah Yeah)

Can't nobody fuck with me I been the greatest

I can't wait till they slide I been getting impatient

We got guns for you niggas don't run when you face it

It's Us

(Oh My Gosh FŁ4Ð)

I jus' got 5 Bands in a Rick Owen fit

Your bitch up in my Bando throwing a fit

You a fan boy why the fuck you on my dick?

Like the same way your bitch is on my bitch's clit

If this nigga don't let us gas up we turn back

He lucky I left my stick in the Chrome Heart Bag

I done saw lil bro fucken stab me in the back

I done saw my day one switch on me in the trap

I don't fear these bitches don't fear a gun

Imma step in your turf and make your lame ass run

How you say you 'bout it but fear a BB

Check my belt and slides lil' bitch you see the BB

I'm with Lana we matchin' the Vetements Tee

Just like Zan' I'm flyer than a mufucken bee

Got ten Bands at the function for fun

I tap your bitch till the function is done

That nigga just broke like his hoe

When I drop money he gets it from the floor

I'm so goated bitch I never overflow

I get racks everyday cause of my CashFlow

Cole told me inhale exhale composure

Then go fuck a bad bitch Xposure

Then go fuck her best friend expose her

Got so many guns like it's October

Made my ex bitch cry me a River

New bad bitch make me calm like a River

I been gettin' these racks since a Jit

These pussy niggas hate on me for a skit

Like how the fuck you gon' talk when you weren't there?

Give a bad bitch back shots then pull her hair

Why your bitch in my phone callin' me boo boo bear

Your bitch said she cold gave her my Moncler Coat

Don't take these drugs they make a fuck niggas choke

You talkin' 'bout racks but you broke you offending yourself

I don't care 'bout my ex she could go kill herself

I'm sorry I focus on wealth