Testo Bad habits Justin Rarri

Bad habits

She want chanelly the bigger bag told that bitch who the fuck is ya daddy
And im peeping the she got her ex calling tell that fuck nigga I got a backend
And I might catch a body if he talking about it I promise you I aint no average
Baby im with the static he lackin I promise you under the bridge we gon bagg em
Baby hold my strap, while I count these racks let you kno im violent yea
We catch em bad if he keep talking that beat a nigga gon die ah yea
I get em gone
New lil patek gon match up ya tone
Said she loving me whether im wrong
Whenever im busy dont pick up my phone
But you know that im calling right after the tone

I need the neck, I need ya body
When I get back imma give you that sloppy
My baby dior I give her whatever she riding on me like a big kawasaki
No I aint playing with none of these bitches im cutting these hoes get the fuck from around me
Gotta get right back stack the bread keep countin
No a nigga dont care, Shoot his dome im wallen

I could admit that its my fault all these bitches walked in
She do not know what its like just to live like a rockstar all these bitches walked in
That boy I know that he cappin I swear that he not hard why the fuck he beginning
Vvs up new big patek
Two B's up im big brackin
Bloody my feet im big steppin
New white coat that moncler
Gotta big thot dont mind her
Bitch get the fuck from round here
She got a mf bad habit
She keep snapping on me then get back at it
And she know that I be gone
While im working she think that im fucking with hoes

She want chanelly the bigger bag told that bitch who the fuck is ya daddy
And im peeping the she got her ex calling tell that fuck nigga I got a backend
And I might catch a body if he talking about it I promise you I aint no average
Baby im with the static he lackin I promise you under the bridge we gon bagg em
Baby hold my strap, while I count these racks let you kno im violent yea
We catch em bad if he keep talking that beat a nigga gon die ah yea
I get em gone
New lil patek gon match up ya tone
Said she loving me whether im wrong
Whenever im busy dont pick up my phone
But you know that im calling right after the tone

Fuck all the burkin count up the guap tho
If I see what I like then im killing
Trappin out of this hoe feel like Ralo
You cant step in my shoes you dont fit in
I been right up with the demons
I just spent all the bands out in neimans
Put the racks in the back of the beamer
And they hated the fact I put racks in my jeans
And they hated the fact that no nigga can reach me
You been tryna come up now you see me
Run it back she gon keep it on repeat
I just spent 100 on her body
My niggas forever wit it catch a body
Imma tell that naggin hoe again Yea
Vvs up new big patek
Two B's up im big brackin
Bloody my feet im big steppin
New white coat that moncler
Gotta big thot dont mind her
Bitch get the fuck from round here
She got a mf bad habit
She keep snapping on me then get back at it
And she know that I be gone
While im working she think that im fucking with hoes

She want chanelly the bigger bag told that bitch who the fuck is ya daddy
And im peeping the she got her ex calling tell that fuck nigga I got a backend
And I might catch a body if he talking about it I promise you I aint no average
Baby im with the static he lackin I promise you under the bridge we gon bagg em
Baby hold my strap, while I count these racks let you kno im violent yea
We catch em bad if he keep talking that beat a nigga gon die ah yea
I get em gone
New lil patek gon match up ya tone
Said she loving me whether im wrong
Whenever im busy dont pick up my phone
But you know that im calling right after the tone