My Vice

She said how I’m supossed to roll up

Wit the window rolled down

Lil baby love to burn tree

I kick wit the homies, say I need to calm down

But I don’t let em interfere wit us... nope

You got me more than lookin forward

When I’m on the way I race

Everybody got a vice, we mob a couple times a day

I call u early when I’m brushing in the mornin

I text you selfies on the subway

I’m sneakin off so I can be around you

Off that brown twist that green

Stuck on you like some fiend as far as vices

You’ll be my

You’ll be my vice, my vice

You got me feeling some type of way

Think it’s a fever so come to my aid

I refuse to be played but you make the grade

Putting up A’s like you from the bay (yeee!)

Pound for pound when I’m down you wit me

Shoot you a text and you hit me back quickly

Running up my data guess I’ll think about it later

Cuz you’re doin me a favor, fit me perfect like a tailor yeah

Maybe you should breathalyze me

Tic toc, tic toc, hypnotize me

You always find a way to surprise me

Bout to roll up while I break out the Visine

You’ll be my

You’ll be my vice, my vice

Tryna stay in line but you got me rolling dice

Tryin to get you out of my mahfuckin mind

But I can’t, better get used to it

I could see you in my future yeah

Cuz you the first one to prove it

So I don’t mind if we take it there

You’ll be my

You’ll be my vice, my vice