Bad Habits

Lyrics

[Intro] Trixx Aye, uhh TTB, SRT Srt, Srt [Chorus: Lite Fortunato] Good nigga with bad habits Sticks in the couch and the mattress Glock 17 all plastic Me and Fauni make the scene tragic [?] forreal They murder for hire, they feind to kill I feel like a [?] I was born in the field I feel like a [?] [Verse 1: Lite Fortunato] [?] Lean slow, make a lil nigga [?] Curbside serve dope at the [?] Birds I sold when [?] Rolling a Russian, I feel like a Russian It's Russian Roulette they gon kill you for nothing Why you asking me questions [?] Why you showing me that, you a dealer or sum I give em a budget, the killas they come The [?] his pockets, they Benjamin Button [?] boy you pushing the buttons You acting so shady you get shot in the function [?] Red, red, in love with the Tussin' Death bed, they kill you in public Could tell that you a stranger, you changing the subject [Chorus: Lite Fortunato] Good nigga with bad habits Sticks in the couch and the mattress Glock 17 all plastic Me and Fauni make the scene tragic [?] forreal They murder for hire, they feind to kill I feel like a [?] I was born in the field I feel like a [?] [Verse 2: Thouxanbanfauni] Yeah, yeah, keeping them straps on me John Connor Stupid lil bitch I'll lie to you, the judge, the jury, your honor Death before dishonor I pipe baby down like a plumber She a very freaky girl, get head in the front of the Hummer I name my strap [?] Imma [?] the bitch [?] Damn nigga you broke that's a bummer Damn nigga you broke that's a bummer Tour just ended but we still city to city with it Niggas out here road running, yeah I'm a real roadrunner [Chorus: Lite Fortunato] Good nigga with bad habits Sticks in the couch and the mattress Glock 17 all plastic Me and Fauni make the scene tragic [?] forreal They murder for hire, they feind to kill I feel like a [?] I was born in the field I feel like a [?]