Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crazy Story, Pt. 3, artist - King Von. Album song Grandson, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Only the Family Entertainment
Song language: English
Crazy Story, Pt. 3 |
Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this |
Huh, what? |
DJ on the beat so it's a banger |
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 shit, don't come unless you knock |
But this bitch grimy |
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 |
Now two weeks pass |
I'm back on my grind, I can't waste no time |
The opps been quiet |
They be whoopin', though, 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 red light, I usually don't stop |
My phone keep ringing |
Just a ho, 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 feelin' |
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 ho set me up, that lil' dirty slut |
The 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 |
Aw, shit |
What the fuck, gang, you good? |
Damn, my shoulder |
You know this bitch be fuckin' with me, gang |
Damn, man, finish tellin' me about that shit that was crackin' off last week with them niggas and shit |
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, look |
Now this what happened |
A week later |
My arm in a sling, I been sippin' lean |
Pure codeine |
I don't feel a thing, my ho say I'm mean |
I need a blunt |
Stuff that bitch with Runts, 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 off Cottage |
With her best friend, gettin' her hair 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 |
The first blast |
It shatter his glass, damn, this nigga fast |
He 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 |