My Vice (Feat. YMTK)

She said how I’m spossed 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’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 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 You’ll be my You’ll be my vice my vice