V.I.C.E.S

[Intro] Ask me what my life is Tell them bitches: "bitch my life is 'bout them vices" yeah Said they ask me what my life is I tell them bitches: "bitch my life is 'bout them vices" yeah Yeah...yeah... Yeah [Hook x2] Posted wit the homies, smoking dope blunts (dope blunts) Soda in my hand, you know its poured up (poured up) Function got bracking when we showed up (showed up) This my shit, nigga tell the DJ hold up (hold up) [Verse 1] Bitch I'm D-A-DOLLA, coming from the 201 With my son, please don't start the drama Heard he got a gun and bitches run When they see me in the spot, burning pot No I'm what you're not I pour fo's in a yola colored drop, Dolla Daddy grab grass, throat burn from that Cognac Red bone and her ass fat, got a backwood of that thrax pack Said I made it here, I ain't going back Getting paid off of fucking rap Said I made it here, I ain't going back Getting paid off of fucking rap And I ride with my niggas Go hit the lick and get high with my niggas Worse come to worse then I die with my niggas Shit, see thats the rules, know how I do Eighth Letter Crew, look where we rule You niggas food, we making moves, act like you knew, shit And them hoes is steady asking what my life is I tell them bitches "bitch my life about them vices nigga" And them hoes is steady asking what my life is I tell them bitches "bitch my life about them vices" yeah [Hook] [Verse 2] And now I'm driving drunk, the women say I'm tripping All of them bars I took is fucking with my vision PCH in front the steering wheel I'm gripping The only thing that's on my mind I hope the boys don't catch me slipping yikes Three of them think they straight Other two, I think they dikes Prolly only know 'em for the night Couple weeks if I do fuck 'em right Never die, just like my name is Christ Swear to god I love my fucking life Wrote me a kite and then I sent it to Maverick He wrote me back and told me "let these niggas have it" Raps turn into cabbage Tabs under my tongue sent me on trips without the baggage Psychedelic savage, doing damage Jacket from a rhino, still fuck the five'o Driving still, eyes low Minds moving fast but I rhyme slow Push the motto, dead the bottle...Hz nigga