Crazy Story, Pt. 3

作词 : King Von

作曲 : King Von

Now here it go

I just made it home

Missed calls on my phone

See 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 p***y

Don't come unless you knock

But this b***h grimey

Told her bout this b***h

Helped me set him up

And she was with it

She just want some shoes

And she ain't give no ****s

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 ****ed up is that

But where that b***h

She ain't called me yet

We did that at six

And who got hit

I know someone check

'cause King Von he dont miss

Now two weeks pass

I'm back on my grind

I can't waste no time

Now I spin 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

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 b***h 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 b***h

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 ****, ain't this bout a b***h

And he with that b***h

I got a glimpse

She got them big lips

That's made for sucking d**k

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

A week later, my arm in a sling

I been sippin' lean, pure c*****e

I don't feel a thing

My hoe say I'm mean, I need a blunt

Stuff that b***h with runt

Boy I'm on a hunt

And ain't no breakfast but I'm a box a b***h

Like some cap'n crunch, I got a tip

That that thot b***h

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 b***h 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 b***h fancy

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 niggas 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, **** I'm just coolin'

B***h I'm not from 63r

B***h we're not from 63r

Stretch gang put in work