King Von – Crazy Story, Pt. 3 lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now here it go
I just made it home
Missed calls on my phone
I been gone
Was tryna hit a lick
But that shit just went wrong
I got a thot
She right off the block
Her crib be the spot
And we got Glocks
Tucked all in the shit
Don’t come unless you knock
But this bitch grimey
Told her bout this nigga
Helped me set him up
And she was with it
She just want some shoes
And she ain’t give no fucks
So we do that
I was at his neck
Creepin’ from the back
But saw the opps
And had to let em have it
How fucked up is that
But where that bitch
She ain’t called me yet
We did that at six
And who got hit
I know someone check
’cause King Von he don’t miss

[Verse 2]

Now two weeks pass

I’m back on my grind

I can’t waste no time

The opps been quiet

They be whoopin tho

But them niggas not slidin’

And I been high

I can’t even lie

That thot been on my mind

Why she ain’t called?

I ain’t seen her ass

I hope that she aight

[Verse 3]

Now it’s midnight

I’m hittin’ some blocks

Just me and my Glock

Came to a stop

I’m at a redlight

I usually don’t stop

My phone keep ringing

Just a hoe, of course

This bitch prolly bored

I press ignore

I ain’t got no time

A whore gon’ be a whore

Now I get that fellin

Something ain’t right

I look to my right

And I’m like damn

There go that flexing nigga

He wavin’ his pipe

He get to dumpin’

Bullets get to coming

My heart get to thumbin’

I feel something

My left shoulder hot

Blood just get to gushing

I’m like shit, ain’t this bout a bitch

And he with that bitch

I got a glimpse

She got them big lips

That’s made for sucking dick

Now it makes sense

That hoe set me up

That lil dirty slut

That double cross

Tryna get me caught

Like I’m Randy Moss

Ah shit—

I just dropped my gun

Plus I got one arm

I’m tryna drive

I can’t shoot back now

This man on my ass

I almost crashed

But I got the wheel

He tryna kill for real

But there go twelve

He bust a quick right

And I bust a quick left

[Interlude]

[Verse 4]

A week later, my arm in a sling

I been sippin’ lean, pure codeine

I don’t feel a thing

My hoe say I’m mean, I need a blunt

Stuff that bitch with runt

Boy I’m on a hunt

And ain’t no breakfast but I’m a box a nigga

Like some cap’n crunch, I got a tip

That that thot bitch

Be on 75th

Right of cottage

With her best friend

Gettin’ her head did

I’m like cool

Finna make my move

Post up what I do

This bitch a fool

For tryna play me out

Like this shit was cool

Now it’s like two

Catch her walkin’ out

Her new hairstyle blue

And she look cute

But that mean shit to me

I crept up then I boomed

And that was that

Now I’m running back

I stop in my tracks

There go that Porsche

How crazy is that

Boy I’m on his ass

This first blast

It shatter his glass

Damn this nigga fast

Hit the gas

I’m still shootin’ at him

But I’m too far back

Damn I’m hyped

Let me tuck this pipe

Get up out of sight

Cause I see lights

And them bitches bright

Can’t go to jail for life

So I take flight

Made it to the hood

Everything went good

Knock on wood

Flame me up a wood

Tooka smellin’ good

Looked at my phone

Got a text from Herb

He say what’s the word

I say, shit I’m just coolin’

Bitch I’m not from 63rd

Bitch we’re not from 63rd

Stretch gang put in work

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