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 [?]