Habit (Remix) [feat. Moneybagg Yo] - 42 Dugg & EST Gee

I'm really nine and O, youngin', catch my drift? I just wanna start so bad, they'll prolly stretch my bitch I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now I'm like, "Please, she obsessed" Run off with a quarter, get stretched (Bah) I bought lawyers for all of my niggas Even though I'm rich, ain't payin' no tip (At all), Chase that bag, I'ma chase that check (Yeah) Yeah, my last boy whacked that witnеss Still drop fives, I'ma stand on that Autographs, put a hunnid grams on that Duggy in the 'burbs, my fans O-D Prolly on Dre if it ain't on mе Young nigga got heart, shit can't be taught So I run with them young niggas y'all can't teach Dugg, shoot, fuck school Still get forty-six for my Blues '21 years, nigga, when I zoom '21 Track', nigga, when I skirt Still servin' crack, nigga, not Percs Fifteen racks, youngin' on go Prolly made fifty thousand off weed Ain't jokin' 'round, sellin' like dope 'Fore I pour out, big favor line don't slow down She love Chanel with her toes out Fuck wastin' time, what we on now? I'm like, "Please, please" Might get forty-eight for these jeans Keepin' contacts with the fiends (C'mere) Sprite been goin' up like lean I miss Woo, nigga, I miss Rece I miss Neff, nigga, I miss Skee Bullets killed Lou, damn near killed me I can't even go and talk to his son Life been hard, ain't been no fun Caught two cases, still blow my gun Hunnid M race, after that I quit Coco Chanel all on my bitch Quarter million easy, nigga, ask about me If I ain't had weed, then I had the mouse Check that, dawg, yeah I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now

Fuck with me (free them) Fuck with me (what they call you?) Fuck with me Call me mister rose gold (who the hell is Carlos?) Everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Ask around, I'm six and O, pass that lot, I'm gettin' stopped I ring my bitch, freaky textin', wanna fuck me They cannot bring my bitch Say that pussy where she love me, watch her sing my shit How the fuck you niggas judgin'? I was just locked up 40 ones, all flooded, bezel been rocked up These young niggas come from nothin', why you won't stop us Dawg, weed, lean and pills, this a one-stop truck Doggy losin' interest, bitch, yeah, once I fuck All the real hoes tucked, damn near can't be touched Somebody bound to make you crazy Why it can't be us? Why it can't be me? I'm in that new GT, cream, dark blue seats I cashed out on that bitch Meek just hit me for a verse, I passed out on that bitch Dre got two APs, a Richard and a house on her neck I don't care 'bout who he killed, stop acknowledgin' rats, bitch Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on (yeah, yeah) I still sell them bricks for low (yeah) I fuck with that piccolo (yeah, yeah, yeah) 2020, niggas know who killed the most Tell lil' bro they scared We somewhere close, so don't make Insta posts Drug traffickin', don't come 'round askin', come get instant quotes Doggy know I don't focus on rap and I'm still sellin' dope I got it out, not tucked, in my chopper I trust It wasn't easy takin' over but I had to drop my nuts I know it's some crucial bloody brothers who hate my guts We be whackin' shit for real, they be beefin' for PR stunts So if it's up, then it's stuck Rappers cappin', got they in their trunks It's on my lap and I don't clutch So if I up, nigga, duck Hit at least one every month, maybe two if they get both Like I connect with them strippers, I got plugs, call me plug Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an 80, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Maybach truck, could get the Ghost, fuck that, Gotti, get 'em both I fuck with that coke so much I signed to my nigga (CMG) Keep that shit in Memphis (why?) 'Cause I be dyin' with my nigga If they send it, I got it, not the Richie, the Patek All my bitches be laughin', why? Shit used to be funny Them ten thousand stacks, nigga? Them used to be hunnies And them bitches y'all walkin' with? Them used to be runners Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo

Only if a nigga knew like It's amazin' what 365 days can do for you This time last year niggas was like Talkin' 'bout cuttin' budgets and shit I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeah Nigga business partner with JAY Z Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga? Emory, what it do? You see 'em Gotta pick 'em wisely Gotta choose 'em carefully Got niggas I know that weren't there for me Got bitches I know that don't care for me Could of went on tour with your favorite rapper and declined Why? I'm tryna break CMG So fuck that, I'm doin' mine They see I'm mad, see they call in the streets, call me back Say they miss the old Gotti, old Jeezy, old Boosie, that was real rap In New York with 3 bangers Did Jimmy Fallon with Meaghan Trainor I guess the sets won't taint him Guess the money can't change him Decisions Homie on probation Took him up to Roc Nation Let him meet Jay, told him be patient Decisions, and lil homie really got it Trying to tell him wait his turn He ain't learn, lil homie caught a body 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em how it's done 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em how it's done How it's done, got it, got it how it's done You would make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Biggest deal of my career I feel the pressure, gotta follow up Same time I can feel the feds Gettin' closer, lockin' niggas up Decisions Closer partners, they in prison Never want to be the biggest I just want to be the realest I pay 6 figures a year for a hitter Knockers, see your goon, he my nigga He got the city divided Bring it together, I tried it Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it I am the king, your highness You want a problem, well find it I was too busy gettin' too many million Like now the perfect timin' Let them lil niggas in They what they do to bitch I don't be trippin' at all Whatever come with it, I'm with it Lil nigga, I swear I'm good for it all 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em him how it done 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em him how it done How it's done, got it, got it how it's done You would make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done 1 million, 2 million, 3 CM9 strictly for the streets I'm tryna get a twin piece First class nigga, I'm a millionaire First class nigga, I'm a millionaire I'm tryna be the first trap billionaire I'm tryna be the first trap billionaire

And you was supposed to hold me down I wish I could see your smile All that other shit don't mean nothin', I came from hustlin' And I still remember all the advice you ever gave me How the fuck you goin' down when I was 18? Wrong, you was wrong about a lot of shit I'm on my own, I'm on my own but I'll never quit I'm doin' good, double up and brin' it to the hood, this shit for us Tell me how the fuck is it for us if I'm alone? Still remember cryin' on the phone, me and Rece I forever got your kid, my nigga, 'til we even I swear I wanna quit, but bro, I gotta keep goin' They ain't got my back out here, I swear it's somethin' I know Probably be happier to hear I'm goin' broke I know for a fact, a couple million on a home My head down, but shit been lookin' up for a minute You always with your nigga, but you in love with me Them cars paid and your house, boo you can chill now, yeah A hundred thousand ain't shit, I got them M's now, yeah I never committed fraud Five hundred cash, blow it all to see my dawg Finally, in my bag, niggas prayin' on me to fall If it weren't for this rap shit, I'd still be sellin' raw I know you notice progression We fell out 'cause you was messy Them killers know I been steppin' since a young nigga Still that one nigga Granny's still cryin' And my momma still- And you was supposed to hold me down I wish I could see your smile All that other shit don't mean nothin', I came from hustlin' And I still remember all the advice you ever gave me How the fuck you goin' down when I was 18? Wrong, you was wrong about a lot of shit I'm on my own, I'm on my own but I'll never quit I'm doin' good, double up and brin' it to the hood, this shit for us Tell me how the fuck is it for us if I'm alone? I've been judged twive Losin' 4-5 niggas in one summer, that ain't nothin' nice (that ain't nothin' nice) Blamed for bodies, funeral home packed, but I only hugged twice (yeah) Smellin' blood comin' from his body, that ain't nothin' nice (that ain't nothin' nice) Heard you move with killers that you love turned to a fuckin' mice (let's get it) Love me like I love you, bro (love me like I love you) Love me like you love these hoes (love me like you loves these hoes) Love don't last and it even show They show they hand, they trade for sure I helped when you was at your lowest It seem like you ain't wanna grow (you ain't wanna grow) We in tune with the world, you still ain't seem to make a show (yea-yeah) I send mail to the jail, they sent it back Said, "Gang signs was scratched out", they gave us hell And ain't wanna take two years, I can imagine you with an L (L) How you feel? Give me chills See I'm rappin, but I'm for real, yeah-yeah We gon' get back, so if you see us, you better get back Click, click-clack, his shit splat Street nigga forever, I'm with whatever, come with that Niggas dyin' if they with that, let's get it Granny's still cryin' And my momma still- And you was supposed to hold me down I wish I could see your smile All that other shit don't mean nothin', I came from hustlin' And I still remember all the advice you ever gave me How the fuck you goin' down when I was 18? Wrong, you was wrong about a lot of shit I'm on my own, I'm on my own but I'll never quit I'm doin' good, double up and brin' it to the hood, this shit for us Tell me how the fuck is it for us if I'm alone?