Vic mensa - Card cracker (skit)

What up, folk?

Maintainin', god

Damn, your ass been flexin' hard as hell, shorty
You got the Range? You ain't got no job

Listen here, nigga, don't say shit, aight?
That nigga Vic left his Amex


Mothafuckas cracked his card

Yeah, what y'all get?

What didn't we get?
Playstation 4, AirBnBs, smart TVs, dumb TVs, ATVs
Air Force 1s, 2s, 3s, 4s and them ain't even out yet
Ten pairs of Gucci flip flops, a Gucci stroller, a Moncler for D-Block's dog
Bought a chain from his jeweler, studio time, a Young Chop beat
A Backwoods forever, Robin jeans, some jeans from a robin
Bunch of birds: parrots, parakeets, gluten free Harold's
Ten gallons of mild sauce, a hundred long fashion shirts
And the crazy part is
We set it all up to make it look like that mothafucka did it

Writers: Keith Cozart , Tyree Lamar Pittman , Vic Mensa

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