Crazy Story (Explicit)

Crazy Story (Explicit) - King Von

Known to let that MAC fly

Just like my nigga Doe

I'ma let this MAC fly with this one

Hold on

I said I'ma let that

A'ight come on a'ight

Von Von

Got a drop on this flexing nigga

He from Tennessee

I had a thot she be with the *****

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 gets to smilin'

She ain't used to this

'Cause she ain't use to ****

I'm just laughing could've been

A pimp the way I move my lips

I be speeding could've been

A driver the way I push the whip

You a h*e coulda been a *****

The way you throw a fit

But **** 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 thru 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 six to twenty-four

Let me focus

Can't be zoning out

He pullin' up now

He double park

He ain't getting out

He in that push to start

That new Porsche

Is built like a horse

Colors like the 'fo

He got a ring

I guess he ain't divorce

Wife probably a W***e

Now she walk up

She struttin' her stuff

This ***** thick as ****

Got in the truck

Kissed him on his lip

He cuffin' her butt

Now I sneak up

Crouching like a tiger

Like Snoop off the wire

The block on fire

So I take precaution

Mask on Michael Myer

I'm on his a*s he finna be mad

He gon' beat her a*s

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 Jonny Dang

When it comes to chains

So I rise hit one in his arm

Hit one in his thigh this no lie

******* do or die

You said you gon' slide

You got some nerve

Your **** on the curb

Boy we put in work

From 64th and from 65th

We not from 63rd

***** we not from 63rd

***** that's gang put in work