Lyrics Bad Habits - Shakewell

Bad Habits

See the energy
Ayy, YAYGO
See the energy, I got chakra, you can notice
Pull up thirty deep, hunnid hollows and it’s full flex
See you, I don’t speak and this Glock, it hold the drum kit
Wolfie, show my teeth, ain’t no barkin' when the moon lit
See the energy, I got chakra, you can notice
Pull up thirty deep, hunnid hollows and it’s full flex
See you, I don’t speak and this Glock, it hold the drum kit
Wolfie, show my teeth, ain’t no barkin' when the moon lit
I got my toolie, got my shank, I got bad habits
This ain’t no game, I ain’t no Clank, I ain’t no Ratchet
I up this thang, you in my frame, you gon' get splattered
Ran up a quarter milli' twice, my face be tatted
Okay, they said I wouldn’t be shit if I go drop out
I got the offer, go on tour and then I dropped out
Yeah, I’m a artist, guess that’s why I’m pull them mops out
My flow retarded, you a target in this trap house
YAYGO got bands and stranger things that make this beat bump
I keep a Gucci sidebag on me where my heat tucked
I make a fuckboy think I’m Zeus the way this light struck
My partner probably fucked his bitch, that’s why he don’t like us
See the energy, I got chakra, you can notice
Pull up thirty deep, hunnid hollows and it’s full flex
See you, I don’t speak and this Glock, it hold the drum kit
Wolfie, show my teeth, ain’t no barkin' when the moon lit
See the energy, I got chakra, you can notice
Pull up thirty deep, hunnid hollows and it’s full flex
See you, I don’t speak and this Glock, it hold the drum kit
Wolfie, show my teeth, ain’t no barkin' when the moon lit
Pulled up on the street, air it out, another murder scene
I put down the mic for the night and let my chopper sing
Married to the game, 'bout to buy myself a wedding ring
Spend it on myself, no, a bitch won’t get a cent from me
Bonnie and Clyde, my bitch so bad, she know the cash rules
When me and shorty get together, it be bad news
I love that ass, I grab it when she love my tattoos
I fuck her face, a dragon, call it tattoo
Lay down this gas then smoke the opp, he smell like octane
I need exotics for the low, who got that fire flame?
I’ma hit the stage, voodoo walkin' to them digits, bruh
You gon' hit the stage, heard the concert and it’s crickets now
See the energy, I got chakra, you can notice
Pull up thirty deep, hunnid hollows and it’s full flex
See you, I don’t speak and this Glock, it hold the drum kit
Wolfie, show my teeth, ain’t no barkin' when the moon lit
See the energy, I got chakra, you can notice
Pull up thirty deep, hunnid hollows and it’s full flex
See you, I don’t speak and this Glock, it hold the drum kit
Wolfie, show my teeth, ain’t no barkin' when the moon lit