Bill Ding - Bad Habits pt. 2 lyrics

[Hook 2x] Cars all foreign Bleed, still pouring Cars all foreign Bleed, still pouring Cars all foreign Bleed, still pouring Cars all foreign Bleed, still pouring Plus I gotta bad habit, tracks on my arm yo I- [Verse 1] Yo I gotta bad habit, you don't wanna have it I pop pills daily, you a silly rabbit Catch me in the ring, no gloves Now they wanna know about the sh** that I does, f**er You can lose a life so go sharpen your knife Dude starting wilin' out cause I'm touching on his wife Man f** your marriage, horse drawn carriage Talking 'bout depends, no detail to spare b**h I'm there b**h, that guy, fat lines, black ties White ties, let me tie one off real quick You spy into my life you could puke up your biscuits I whip sh**s like Bisquick and all the hoes know this dick It's mad long, your blog s** nuts Call me on the phone, he wanna bu*tf** What up? I'm chillin' on the corner Sipping OE, motherf** your corona and 'zona [Hook] [Verse 2] Yo I only blow loud, f** all the rest No need a vest, gotta crest on my chest Ralph Lauren, you fell off, flooring Your whole flow boring, your live show nothing but a chore To watch, I got the goldest watch, stolen Tripping out in Vegas, I ain't scared but I'm loathing The smoke and I gotta stay smoking, jokes man I only smoke coke, well I stopped, and I'm coping f** it, I know you b**hes hoping this son die Like I'm hanging off a rope, but the truth is I ain't do sh** to be ruthless I'm born rich f**er, stacks in the duffel [Hook]