Bad Habits Lyrics

I like toxic bitches, that's probably one of my bad habits

I like bitches like 38 pistols, I like my hoes a lil' ratchet

I swear to God I'm a gangsta, my nickname should be Torrence Hatch

We bald (ball) like alopecia, told that lil' bitch that she can't patch it

I told that bitch I'm probably the closest thing she get to seeing Michael Jackson

Being broke ain't funny, give a fuck if you Michael Blackson

Acting ass nigga, naturally he finna pull a Samuel Jackson

Bitch said I was fresh to death, she don't know that's a fatal attraction

When I mix this cup, it gon' feel like a Southside reaction

I'm still not attached to the bitch, she done sent like 30 nude attachments

I'm steady getting sticky, Sporting Dickies, I'm a player draft pick me

I'ma get more than Jiggy, MVP up more than Fifty

Naturally I pop it like Crisco, ball just like disco

Easy like a free throw, where I'm from they cutthroat

Please have all my C-notes, higher than an eagle's eyes

I thought you was real, naturally I had to realize

Boy, this MVP shit the closest thing to genocide

I feel like I should've went professional, but you know I still provide

Ain't got beef with OG, Bobby Bill, but if I did

I still wouldn't be scared to come outside

My bitch know I ain't gay or nothing, but naturally she said I got too much pride

Ain't tryna dab niggas up damn sholl I ain't doing no high-fives

I seen some of the best players get crossed over, but in they case it wasn't Allen I

I don't know why God blessed me to see the truth up in a lie

The worst pain in the world is when I heard my mama cry

Nah, probably that's a lie, it hurt even when my daughter cry

I gotta go get it, naturally I remember days I was barely getting by

I took a trip to San Antonio, naturally, Sinobli see why

I can't do the back and forth, I don't believe in no see-saw

Bitch wanna feed me before she give her baby applesauce

Probably cause I'm dripping sauce

I don't pay attention cause I don't care about the cost

Put a 8 in a 1 liter, naturally, I'm finna turn into Randy Moss

The manager wasn't around, so you tryna act like the boss

Chico in the cut, he had made the beat for trophy floss

Tryna get next to a humble million, tryna pull a Rick Ross

(Naturally Humble mean Meek , Meek Mill, tryna get a humble mill, nah shit sho)

I like toxic bitches, that's probably one of my bad habits

I like bitches like 38 pistols, I like my hoes a lil' ratchet

I swear to God I'm a gangsta, my nickname should be Torrence Hatch

We bald (ball) like alopecia, told that lil' bitch that she can't patch it

I told that bitch I'm probably the closest thing she get to seeing Michael Jackson

Being broke ain't funny, give a fuck if you Michael Blackson

Acting ass nigga, naturally he finna pull a Samuel Jackson

Bitch said I was fresh to death, she don't know that's a fatal attraction