habits

No need to pull out my Draco, killing people with my style Flexing on that bitch like Marilyn Manson I'll do if she say so, designer habits, can't help tough I need to see more bands, I'll split it with my friends Told that boy, he ain't got no chance My belt is swinging, every time im singing Got so much dough, huh maybe im dreaming Late night grind, huh, bitch im standing high Top it off with glock on my side, bitch i made it way too far Got tired of the same shit, switched the style I wonder what they have, they have none They tried to pull up on us we'll roll them like they would've rolled their blunts Told them to stay, my mans on the way, hit hard like bell I don't stay the same, expensive cars, expensive shoes That's the guys who afraid to make first move Racks in the goyard, flex in the backyard, counting my racks in the backyard No need to pull out my Draco, killing people with my style Flexing on that bitch like Marilyn Manson I'll do if she say so, designer habits, can't help tough I need to see more bands, I'll split it with my friends Told that boy, he ain't got no chance My belt is swinging, every time im singing Got so much dough, huh maybe im dreaming