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king von - crazy story 3 lyrics

now here it go
i just made it home
missed calls on my phone
i been gone
was tryna hit a l1ck
but that sh-t 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 sh-t
don’t come unless you knock
but this b-tch grimey
told her bout this n-gga
helped me set him up
and she was with it
she just want some shoes
and she ain’t give no f-cks
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 f-cked up is that
but where that b-tch
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 p-ss
i’m back on my grind
i can’t waste no time
now i spin quiet
they be whoopin tho
but them n-ggas 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 -ss
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-tch prolly bored
i press ignore
i ain’t got no time
a wh0r- gon’ be a wh0r-
now i get that fellin
something ain’t right
i look to my right
and i’m like d-mn
there go that flexing n-gga
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 sh-t, ain’t this bout a b-tch
and he with that b-tch
i got a glimpse
she got them big lips
that’s made for sucking d-ck
now it makes sense
that hoe set me up
that lil dirty sl-t
that double cross
tryna get me caught
like i’m randy moss
ah sh-t—
i just dropped my gun
plus i got one arm
i’m tryna drive
i can’t shoot back now
this man on my -ss
i almost crashed
but i got the wheel
he tryna k!ll 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 codeine
i don’t feel a thing
my hoe say i’m mean, i need a blunt
stuff that b-tch with runt
boy i’m on a hunt
and ain’t no breakfast but i’m a box a n-gga
like some cap’n crunch, i got a tip
that that thot b-tch
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-tch a fool
for tryna play me out
like this sh-t was cool
now it’s like two
catch her walkin’ out
her new hairstyle blue
and she look cute
but that mean sh-t 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 im on his -ss
this first blast
it shatter his gl-ss
d-mn this n-gga fancy
hit the gas
i’m still shootin’ at him
but i’m too far back
d-mn i’m hyped
let me tuck this pipe
get up out of sight
cause i see lights
and them b-tches 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, sh-t i’m just coolin’
b-tch i’m not from 63rd
b-tch we’re not from 63rd
stretch gang put in work

- king von lyrics

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