Letra de Crazy Story, Pt. 3 - King Von

Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this

Huh, what?

(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) 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 her shit, don't come in 'less 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 woofin', 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 comin', my heart get to thumpin'

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

Aw, 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 12

He bust a quick right and I just bust a 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 Runtz, boy, I'm on a hunt

And ain't no breakfast

But I'ma 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 not from 63rd

Stretch Gang put in work

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