OLD WAYS, NEW HABITS Lyrics

I love you Balmain

Lito

(Ugh, cha)

Look, I was born to win

What the fuck is all that losing shit?

Brand new thirty round drum I might have to let it loose and shit

Keep that head up on your shoulders or we might just have to loosen it

I got so many damn options bitch I'm always pick n' choosin'

Back in my old ways got new habits

How do I manage?

Keepin' my cool cause we almost havin'

Nigga don't panic (Don't panic, yeah)

We break the rules, get the fuckin' ratchet and get to clappin'

We ran it up again

I just made some money from my backend

Yeah the plug just hit my phone again

He said he got them packs in

Everyday my only mission is to get them fuckin' racks in

Yeah nothin' get in my way, I step heavy like a militant (Step, step, step)

She love the way that I connect my words

She's tellin' me I'm brilliant

Yeah I'm shellin' it

Everything you say is so irrelevant

Heaven-sent, yeah my bitch so bad she fuckin' elegant

Remember this, ain't no way I'm losing

I ain't giving up

Better listen up

I know times get tough but I ain't lettin' up (We ain't lettin' up)

Gotta step it up

V12 engine roarin' when I rev it up

Look, I was born to win

What the fuck is all that losing shit?

Brand new thirty round drum I might have to let it loose and shit

Keep that head up on your shoulders or we might just have to loosen it

I got so many damn options bitch I'm always pick n' choosin'

Back in my old ways got new habits

How do I manage?

Keepin' my cool cause we almost havin'

Nigga don't panic (Don't panic, yeah)

We break the rules, get the fuckin' ratchet and get to clappin'

We ran it up again

I just made some money from my backend