King Von - Crazy story lyrics

Got a drop on this flexing n***a, he from Tennessee I had a thot she be with the sh**s, 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 Im like cool, I can do that boo What you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo With that handbag too, red or baby blue? She gets to smilin’ she ain’t used to this, cause she ain’t use to s**t Im 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 hoe, coulda been a b***h, the way you throw a fit But f**k that, right back to the script cuz this a major lick He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist Now its like 6, told em hit his phone, meet em in the Wic But he ain’t go, but he ain’t that slow, say meet em at the store Im like cool, let em front his move, do what he gon do Cuz this the plot, put em in the pot, let it cook like stu I grab my Glock, it been thru a lot, but it still shoot like new We at the top, yeah we lost alot, but that just how it go But check the score, if yall 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 Porshe its built like a horse, call us like the .. He got a ring, I guess he ain’t divorce, wife probably a who*e Now she walk up, she struttin’ her stuff, this b***h thick as f**k Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin’ her bu*t Now I sneak up crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off the wire Block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myer Im 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 cuz there go the ops, yellin’ out what’s crackin’ I’m like what? Im like n***a who? I was born to shoot I got aim, Im like Jonny Dang, when it comes​ to chains So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie b**hes do or die, you said you gon slide You got some nerve, your s**t on the curb, boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd