VIC MENSA - Crazy lyrics
[VIC MENSA - Crazy lyrics]
Yeah, SC what up? Vic Mensa saveMoney
Oh, so you mad
I swear these niggas is funny style
I'ma wipe 'em out
I ain't hearing money now unless
It's a precise amount
Trying to hold my sisters both by
The wrist and ice 'em out
Dress 'em up, Neiman Marcus price 'em out
Never been that type that you should
Have to think twice about
I spit that Lennox Lewis shit
The flow could knock Tyson out
Niggas can't seem to stop shootin' like you
Be after the dice come out
But, I just keep on shining
'til the lights is out pitch black
Serving out the gate across the street
From where they pitch crack
Where folks throw their forks up
In their wrist back
Militant music, that black fist rap
Kill 'em on the low I'm
Like anthrax in gift wrap, breathe
Nigga pick a fucking card I keep
A trick up my sleeve
I know they doubt me cause my
Age is kinda hard to believe but get in tune
If niggas ain't with it yet I bet
They gon' be with it soon
And I just turned 17 this June, bitch
I gotta do what I gotta
I'm cold blooded feel the ice in my veins
I stay cool in the summer
But got the hottest shit on
And spit that flow that body any
Fucking track I get on
I need that whip with leather seats
For me to sit on tell 'em in a superficial
Shit is such a burden
Caught up on the border like I'm
Trying to bring a bird in
But, you know I gotta get this bread
Sippin' Captain Morgan with a pretty
Bitch up in my bed
I'm running down the list of things I'd
Like to do before I'm dead
Money moving, I'm trying to keep it popping
So every time i'm reefer copping
It's like I'm sneaker shopping
I'm stacking up on that cheese
Like a pizza topping
Feel like death is creepin' on me
I hear that reaper knocking
But, I ain't going nigga, not without a fight
Cause, I'ma get this shit before I die
Put that on my life
I got a couple bad bitches
In the sniffing white
Sipping Dom Perignon on ice
Nigga you heard me
Oh, so you mad
I swear these niggas is funny style
I'ma wipe 'em out
I ain't hearing money now unless
It's a precise amount
Trying to hold my sisters both by
The wrist and ice 'em out
Dress 'em up, Neiman Marcus price 'em out
Never been that type that you should
Have to think twice about
I spit that Lennox Lewis shit
The flow could knock Tyson out
Niggas can't seem to stop shootin' like you
Be after the dice come out
But, I just keep on shining
'til the lights is out pitch black
Serving out the gate across the street
From where they pitch crack
Where folks throw their forks up
In their wrist back
Militant music, that black fist rap
Kill 'em on the low I'm
Like anthrax in gift wrap, breathe
Nigga pick a fucking card I keep
A trick up my sleeve
I know they doubt me cause my
Age is kinda hard to believe but get in tune
If niggas ain't with it yet I bet
They gon' be with it soon
And I just turned 17 this June, bitch
I gotta do what I gotta
I'm cold blooded feel the ice in my veins
I stay cool in the summer
But got the hottest shit on
And spit that flow that body any
Fucking track I get on
I need that whip with leather seats
For me to sit on tell 'em in a superficial
Shit is such a burden
Caught up on the border like I'm
Trying to bring a bird in
But, you know I gotta get this bread
Sippin' Captain Morgan with a pretty
Bitch up in my bed
I'm running down the list of things I'd
Like to do before I'm dead
Money moving, I'm trying to keep it popping
So every time i'm reefer copping
It's like I'm sneaker shopping
I'm stacking up on that cheese
Like a pizza topping
Feel like death is creepin' on me
I hear that reaper knocking
But, I ain't going nigga, not without a fight
Cause, I'ma get this shit before I die
Put that on my life
I got a couple bad bitches
In the sniffing white
Sipping Dom Perignon on ice
Nigga you heard me