Habits Maeta

[Intro]
(Mustard on the beat, hoe)

[Verse 1]
Habits, manners
Habitual antics
And interesting patterns
You tell me it's late, that I should slide
But we all know what sliding on the late-night is
Don't get it fucked up, I'm no one's side bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up, I know what you like
I know what you like
Like Thursday I throw it back
Nightly I ride like bike
A.M., I got somewhere to be
So it's 'bout that time

[Chorus]
You the suit
Dress it up
This ain't real
But we can make it look like something
I still call
When it's late
We can smokе
Yeah, we can smoke
Yеah, we can drink