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king von - crazy story, pt. 3 lyrics

[verse 1]
now here it go
i just made it home
missed calls on my phone
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 b-tch grimey
told her bout this n-gg-
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

[verse 2]
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-gg-s 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

[verse 3]
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 wh-r- gon’ be a wh-r-
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-gg-
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 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 slut
that 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 -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

[interlude]

[verse 4]
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-gg-
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 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 im on his -ss
this first blast
it shatter his gl-ss
d-mn this n-gg- 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, shit 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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