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King Von – Crazy Story 3 Lyrics

Crazy Story 3 by King Von:
Lyrics:
Oh, yeah, I’m finna make a banger with this
Huh, what?
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

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 s--- 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 s---, don’t come unless you knock
But this b---- grimy
Told her ’bout this n----, helped me set him up
And she was with it
She just want some shoes and she ain’t give no f----
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----- up is that?
But where that b----?
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 whoopin’, though, but them n----- 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 a--, 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 b---- prolly bored
I press ignore
I ain’t got no time, a w---- gon’ be a w----
Now I get that feelin’
Something ain’t right, I look to my right
And I’m like, damn
There go that flexing n----, 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 s---, ain’t this ’bout a b----?
And he with that b----
I got a glimpse
She got them big lips that’s made for s------ d---
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
Ah, s---
I just dropped my gun, plus I got one arm
I’m tryna drive
I can’t shoot back now, this man on my a--
I almost crashed
But I got the wheel, he tryna kill for real
But there go twelve
He bust a quick right and I bust a quick left

Aw, s---
What the f---, gang, you good?
Damn, my shoulder
You know this b---- be f-----’ with me, gang
Damn, man, finish tellin’ me about that s--- that was crackin’ off last week with them n----- and s---
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 b---- with Runts, boy, I’m on a hunt
And ain’t no breakfast
But I’m a box a n----, like some Cap’n Crunch
I got a tip
That that thot b---- 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 b---- a fool for tryna play me out
Like this s--- was cool
Now it’s like two
Catch her walkin’ out, her new hairstyle blue
And she look cute
But that mean s--- 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 a--
The first blast
It shatter his glass, damn, this n---- 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 b------ 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, s---, I’m just coolin’, b----
I’m not from 63rd

B---- we’re not from 63rd
Stretch gang put in work