Vic Mensa - Crazy lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, SC what up? Vic Mensa SaveMoney [Verse 1] Oh, so you mad I swear these n***as 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 sh**, the flow could knock Tyson out n***as 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 k** 'em on the low I'm like anthrax in gift wrap, breathe n***a pick a f**ing 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 n***as ain't with it yet I bet they gon' be with it soon And I just turned 17 this June, b**h [Hook] [Verse 2] 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 sh** on And spit that flow that body any f**ing track I get on I need that whip with leather seats for me to sit on Tell 'em [?] in a superficial sh** 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 b**h 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 d**h is creepin' on me I hear that reaper knocking But I ain't going n***a, not without a fight Cause I'ma get this sh** before I die, put that on my life I got a couple bad b**hes in the [?] sniffing white Sipping Dom Perignon on ice n***a you heard me [Hook]