I got too many habbits, more options, str8 ridin more pressure feelin’ no stress uh

My type is only baddies, fuck manners, show me what matters

What’s that smell? she in love my fragrance

I got too many habbits, more options, str8 ridin more pressure feelin’ no stress uh

My type is only baddies, fuck manners, show me what matters

What’s that smell? she in love my fragrance

Late night, don’t touch them breaks

Keep pushing da gaz, keep pushing da pedals

I see no rivals, ‘tween these rappers, feel like i’m racing my shadow

Givin’ up on drugs, cuz the way we used it, knew it’d gon’ fatal

No perfect time, how many yappers out there? seen to many

Can’t hear you hatin’, i’m too busy stackin’ up all these cabbage

Can see you fakin’ just to glaze up, stackin’ up all these credits

Show me wachu got, (pause) show me wachu made of put it on table

I’ll be sellin’ my products to the whole world, it’s mine like Tony Montana

I got too many habbits, more options, str8 ridin more pressure feelin’ no stress uh

My type is only baddies, fuck manners, show me what matters

What’s that smell? she in love my fragrance

I got too many habbits, more options, str8 ridin more pressure feelin’ no stress uh

My type is only baddies, fuck manners, show me what matters

What’s that smell? she in love my fragrance