Bill Ding - Bad Habits pt. 2 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook 2x]
Cars all foreign
Bleed, still pouring
Cars all foreign
Bleed, still pouring
Cars all foreign
Bleed, still pouring
Cars all foreign
Bleed, still pouring
Plus I gotta bad habit, tracks on my arm yo I-

[Verse 1]
Yo I gotta bad habit, you don't wanna have it
I pop pills daily, you a silly rabbit
Catch me in the ring, no gloves
Now they wanna know about the shit that I does, fucker
You can lose a life so go sharpen your knife
Dude starting wilin' out cause I'm touching on his wife
Man fuck your marriage, horse drawn carriage
Talking 'bout depends, no detail to spare bitch
I'm there bitch, that guy, fat lines, black ties
White ties, let me tie one off real quick
You spy into my life you could puke up your biscuits
I whip shits like Bisquick and all the hoes know this dick
It's mad long, your blog suck nuts
Call me on the phone, he wanna buttfuck
What up? I'm chillin' on the corner
Sipping OE, motherfuck your corona and 'zona

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Yo I only blow loud, fuck all the rest
No need a vest, gotta crest on my chest
Ralph Lauren, you fell off, flooring
Your whole flow boring, your live show nothing but a chore
To watch, I got the goldest watch, stolen
Tripping out in Vegas, I ain't scared but I'm loathing
The smoke and I gotta stay smoking, jokes man
I only smoke coke, well I stopped, and I'm coping
Fuck it, I know you bitches hoping this son die
Like I'm hanging off a rope, but the truth is
I ain't do shit to be ruthless
I'm born rich fucker, stacks in the duffel

[Hook]