Bad Habits (feat. Ayoo Kd)

Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy What're your reasons man I probably got like fitty Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy Mix it with the gross cause you know yo boy is filthy Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy What're your reasons man I probably got like fitty Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy Mix it with the gross cause you know yo boy is filthy Yeah you want my spot but you can't have it Pussy, money, weed yeah lotta bad habits Bad habits, Got a pump but I ain't a drug addict And its running through my veins cause I'm going systematic Crowd going crazy like ooh oohra Finally got a bag like ooh oohya I don't even know you like who whoya I don't even need you like ooh oohna Went to the mall I don't even ask the tag Throw yo bitch off like she just another rag Said you was down but you really wasn't there Blowing through my check like I don't even care Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy What're your reasons man I probably got like fitty Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy Mix it with the gross cause you know yo boy is filthy Yeah, and you know boy filthy You know I'm getting money And I throw a lot of fifties Bitch I'm turning up and I don't give a fuck And I'm drinking double cup Shoot a nigga out his chucks I'm da dog I'm a buck When she call wanna fuck Type to bitch gotta duck Getting rich get bucks, Wow And you know I'm surfin up Keep a thirty keep it tucked Boy you dirty cheap as fuck In a hurry in a rush All my niggas ballin we like I don't trust these niggas Cause all these niggas suss Yeah all these niggas suss I don't know my niggas cause all they do is bus That ain't yo bitch cause all she do is bust Pimpin out my ex had to make that bitch a slut Make that bitch splut Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy What're your reasons man I probably got like fitty Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy Mix it with the gross cause you know yo boy is filthy Dave why you going on the beat to confess Do a lot of sins but I'm still feeling blessed Smokin on the loud cause fuck it man I'm stressed Yeah yo bitch was over but she really wasn't dressed Why you call me bro I don't know you like that Black on black on black cause I'm mobbing like that Don't you touch my stack you can't rob me like that Countin up the rhymes you can't run it like that Damn I ain't high bitch I'm flying whats the difference Ain't a fiend cause rolling is my preference Wanting money, power, pussy by the digits I'm your reference plenty pain So I'm learning by the lessons, plenty smoke I can do it by the sessions I'm aggressive and the money my objective I don't need your help Alone no idea how the demons felt But the rain seem to numb the pain All I do is gain smoking gas propane Till I fade like Curt Cobain