Vic Mensa - Crazy Lyrics
[Intro:]Yeah, SC what up?Vic MensaSaveMoney[Verse 1:]Oh, so you madI swear these niggas is funny style, I'ma wipe 'em outI ain't hearing money now unless it's a precise amountTrying to hold my sisters both by the wrist and ice 'em outDress 'em up, Neiman Marcus price 'em outNever been that type that you should have to think twice aboutI spit that Lennox Lewis shit, the flow could knock Tyson outNiggas can't seem to stop shootin' like you be after the dice come outBut I just keep shining cause the lights is outPitch black, serving out the gate across the street from where they pitch crackWhere folks throw their forks up in their wrist backMilitant music, that black fist rapKill 'em on the low I'm like anthrax in gift wrap, breatheNigga pick a fcking card I got cards up my sleeveI know they doubt me cause my age if kinda hard to believeBut get in tuneIf niggas ain't with it yet I bet they gon' be with it soonAnd I just turned 17 this June, *****[Hook:][Verse 2:]I gotta do what I gottaI'm cold blooded feel the ice in my veinsI stay cool in the summer, but got the hottest shit onAnd spit that flow to body any fvcking track I get onI need that whip with leather seats for me to sit onTell 'em [?] in a superficialShit is such a burdenCaught up on the border like I trying to bring a bird inBut you know I gotta get this breadSippin' Captain Morgan with a pretty ***** up in my bedI'm running down the list of things I'd like to do before I'm deadMoney moving, I'm trying to keep it popping[?] like I'm sneaker shoppingI'm stacking up on that cheese like a pizza toppingFeel like death is creepin' on me I hear that reaper knockingBut I ain't going nigga, not without a fightCause I'ma get this shit before I die, put that on my lifeI got a couple bad *****es in the [?] sniffing whiteSipping Dom Perignon on iceNigga you heard me[Hook:]
