Crazy Story lyrics

And I'ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk (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

• Artist:King Von
• Album:Grandson, Vol. 1 (2018)