Bad Habits

(Woah) (Oh, oh) (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh) Thought he was pullin' up I guess we caught him lackin' I ain't hit you back well f*ck I guess it happens Could've hit it but I passed it I guess it's just a Bad Habit Guess that other bitch was ratchet Put my lyrics in her caption Now she thinks I have to tap it Bitch I'm way too young to have kids And you can't handle livin' lavish Whole lotta checks in my hand and in my bank account I'm with your bitch she suckin' dick bitch we ain't makin' out Ain't worried bout shit I made it out Next year we at rolling loud (Ohhh) Thought he was pullin' up I guess we caught him lackin' I ain't hit you back well f*ck I guess it happens Could've hit it but I passed it I guess it's just a Bad Habit I don't need no bank account I keep my racks inside the mattress I slid in yo' DMs but in real life you a catfish (You a catfish) I ain't gon' one up yo' bag I know that you hatin you mad And baby I'm so sorry That I'm dishonest But that wasn't the problem It's nothing you acknowledged You were never solid But now you see me ballin' So I don't wanna see you callin' Late nights when you off it But I miss you when you topless Or maybe i'm just toxic I think it's time for us to call it Thought he was pullin' up I guess we caught him lackin' I ain't hit you back well f*ck I guess it happens Could've hit it but I passed it I guess it's just a Bad Habit