[Intro: Hanna]

Yup

Can you turn me up?

Ayy

(As in like the volume of the song)

Nah, actually it's okay, it's okay

Don't worry about it

Don't worry

Yo

[Refrain: Hanna]

Late nights, rap-rapping

Been in the studio all day, niggas was trap-trapping

You try to tell me I'm doing too much and I tell you you cap-capping

Deep down I know and it's never too late to get off of the bandwagon

[Chorus: Hanna]

I got some bad habits

I got some bad habits

I need to kick them before they get stuck to me

Wondering how that happened!

I got some bad habits

I got some bad habits

Fuck all these bad habits

I'm sick of these bad habits

[Verse 1: Hanna]

I need to get off this phone, but I need to call up my mom more

I need to get to my lecture, stop procrastinating and use my alarm more

I need to budget, stop spending on shit I ain't planned for

I need to get to the bank, start a savings account so I fill up my passport

I need to eat, I need to sleep, I need to pray, I need to clean

Nigga, I'm messy as fuck, and that's word to how little time I get to spend on just me

I've been a mess since we finished with Peace

I'm doing long distance with my degree

I put my all into people

My ex fucked me over and showed me that that's just how it be

Now everybody is disposable

I have a literal heart of gold

Scorpio sun, I'm emotional

Fight over shit, I don't know at all, I'm a know-it-all

I get so involved, let you get your way

Just to let you know that I had your back

Had it all along

But I need to cut this shit out 'cause you don't

Yeah I got some bad habits

And they been kicking my ass

Shit always gets to my head

I'm just tryna get to the bank

I need a vacay, I need every Monday to be payday

Got my hand to the ceiling like nae-nae

Tryna carry the weight of the HK, yeah

[Verse 2: Luna Florentino]

I be waiting it out for the payday

Tryna make sure I'm cooking up big plates

I got habits I just gotta quit mayne

Business habits, that shit made me upgrade

And drive is on lock: I don't park

I'm prolly gon' run up the campaign

And prolly pull in a damn Range

I need trophies on deck like a showcase

A lot of this shit, it came with some habits I gotta change

Like texting a shawtie and leaving her hanging whenever she'd ask when we'll meet again

I don't really announce when I'm making waves

I don't indicate, I just switch lanes

Never switched up when I'm in the cut

I done stayed sharp like a switch blade

My phone dead I got a bad habit of just letting it ring (Prrr)

Unless it's a beautiful ting

But even they get a blue tick

I've been on a habit of building this shit off of energy, dawg, that's the thing

I got a habit of just spending my money on data dawg, and that ain't it

I got a habit of smoking some when I'm drunk, dawg, it get lit

I got a bad habit of getting shawties and attracting all of they're friends

I got a bad habit of jet-lagging when I climb down from the mist

I got a thing for a bad ting

She got a bad habit of falling hard even though she knows it's no strings

I got bad habits in me dawg, some shit I just can't change

I need eight figures o me, dawg, I'm not tryna count change

I got a bad habit of waking early and still ending up late

I got a bad habit of blaming shit on my star sign

[Chorus: Hanna]

I got some bad habits

I got some bad habits

I need to kick them before they get stuck to me

Wondering how that happened!

I got some bad habits

I got some bad habits

Fuck all these bad habits

I'm sick of these bad habits

I got some bad habits

I got some bad habits

I need to kick them before they get stuck to me

Wondering how that happened!

I got some bad habits

I got some bad habits

Fuck all these bad habits

I'm sick of these bad habits