King Von - Crazy Story lyrics
[King Von - Crazy Story lyrics]
Known to let that MAC fly
Just like my nigga Doe (Bow)
I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on
I said I’ma let that
Alright, come on (Von) , alright (Von)
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 it’s 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 ’em at the store
I'm like cool, let 'em 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 parked, 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 divorced
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 cuppin' 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
Bitch that's gang, put in work
Just like my nigga Doe (Bow)
I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on
I said I’ma let that
Alright, come on (Von) , alright (Von)
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 it’s 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 ’em at the store
I'm like cool, let 'em 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 parked, 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 divorced
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 cuppin' 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
Bitch that's gang, put in work