[Chorus: Young An]
Ayy, Ayy
This a vice, yeah, this a vice (yeah this a vice)
This a vice, I’m alright, I’m alright (yeah i’m alright yeah)
But this ain’t right, yeah, this ain’t right (no this ain’t right)
Not tonight, not tonight, not tonight (not tonight yeah)

Getting high, yeah, though it’s a vice (though it’s a vice)
Drugs though they ain’t right, yeah they keep me up all night (keep me up all-)
365, yeah, I’m not nice (no I’m not nice)
Burn a hole through my lungs and take my life, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: KingKaung]
Everyday I pray that you come back
But now you just lookin like a cum sack
When he don’t love you don't run back
Matter fact, I dont even want your love back
Ice in my heart now thats a cold crack
Them bitches dont really ever call back
But its okay cause I be counting stacks
Now bitches just want my green checks

[Verse 2: $KINNY YUNG $WISS]
Smoking in the back with my bros yeah tobaccos
Pull up to the scene with my bros you already know
Yasai trappin hard, trappin hard like the narcos
Skinny Yung Swiss in the booth y’all already know (ay)
Right back at the glass door, where it could have been stopped for
Chiggas prayin for my downfall, I could never ask for more
Watchu doing this for (ay), watchu doing this for
Going hard like im a beast
Can't fuck with me
Feeling like I am the tree
While you are the seed
Like God oh God oh God ayy