I Gotta Habit

We bout to go in on this one Travel new artist, nah mean It's like we all got that special person we love you know A little ride or die you know Let me tell you bout mine Ain't nothing like a ride or die bitch She come through and throw the fifty up Love to fuck she even roll the piffy up Who that in the swiffy truck Son with the blicky tucked Federally tried to hit me up But, my bitch she nice behind the wheel I be popping out the window, I'm nicer with the steel One thing a nigga could say is that the heists' they be real She gonna shoot a nigga dead like she licensed to kill She always tell her friends bout me, the pipping is real Let me control the tempo baby cause I'm nice with the peel (chill) I want you on your belly quick Max is the good side, I'm on my biggavelli shit Riding to the party, her thighs touching the shotty My eyes touching her body, got her high off bacardi (ayy) Bitch had the nerve to take a piss in the lobby Now she talking bout catching a body (wtf baby) Cause I want you I gotta have you And I need you It's just like I got a habit (I need a fix, I need that thing baby) Now my baby no I got it under control Never would she crack under pressure or would she fold She ain't with that bullshit my baby girl she bold Say a prayer for you, give you long kisses goodnight then fill u with some holes Riding in the rolls, cruising in the third lane This my first time around I'm doing it for byrd gang We them niggas hitting them switches We cook them drugs in the kitchen We getting bitches, i got love for my bitches Got black girls, puertorican, even got them chinese Ecuadorian, white, even got them guyanese Ya'll know how to find me, lenox ave 7th ave Say wassup to my mother, I never had a better dad Say wassup to my brother and love to the women That's holding my nigga down while he sitting in prison You don't know how a nigga living Let's not talk about the past let's just forget it (let's just forget it, bang bang) Cause I want you I gotta have you And I need you It's just like I got a habit (I need a fix, I need that thing baby) The closer I get The better you make me feel She telling me money don't make the man You ain't gotta pretend to me Before you were my lover first baby you were a friend to me I'm the kid bitch imagine my work Been clubbing, fucking bitches all of that shit is work Had to get up on them titties started grabbing the shirt I'm a love you down put you on your back and then work Make her wet it up put it in take what it's worth I be popping more bottles than the package at work All my bitches throw your hands in the sky Let's get it poppin, get high and for your nigga just be ready to ride I hit the road and kiss my baby goodbye That's when she hit me with the look in her eye (she said) Its ya boy Max B baby We doin 4 gang bang this 4 all da ladies out there Bird Gang It's ya boy Biggavel with another musical classic for you niggas You gotta love it, owwww