Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crazy Story , by - Only The Family. Release date: 20.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crazy Story |
| Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee |
| I had a thot, she be with the shit, she told me where he be |
| I said for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat |
| She like Von, «You already know, just put your girl on fleek» |
| I’m like, «Cool, I can do that, boo, what, you want some shoes?» |
| «Jimmy Choo? |
| With a handbag, too? |
| Red or baby blue?» |
| She get to smilin', she ain’t used to this 'cause she ain’t used to shit |
| I’m just laughin', coulda been a pimp the way I move my lips |
| I be speedin', coulda been a driver the way I push the whip |
| You a ho, coulda been a bitch the way you throw a fit |
| But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick |
| He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist |
| Now its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in The Wic |
| But he ain’t go, but he ain’t that slow, say meet 'im at the store |
| I’m like cool, let 'im front his move, do what he gon' do |
| 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew |
| I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new |
| We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go |
| But check the score, if y’all lose one more, that’s 6−24 |
| Let me focus, can’t be zoning out, he pullin' up now |
| He double park, he ain’t getting out, he in that push to start |
| That new Porsche, it’s built like a horse, colors like the fourth |
| He got a ring, I guess he ain’t divorce, wife probably a whore |
| Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck |
| Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt |
| Now I sneak up crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire |
| Block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers |
| I’m on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass |
| But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin' |
| I was lacking, 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out, «What's crackin'?» |
| I’m like, «What?"I'm like, «Nigga who?"I was born to shoot |
| I got aim, I’m like Johnny Dang when it comes to chains |
| So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie |
| Bitch it’s do or die, you said you gon' slide |
| You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work |
| From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd |
| (Bitch we not from 63rd |
| This the game, put in work) |