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Crazy Story

King Vonhuatong
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And I'ma let that MAC fly

just like my n a Durk (Bow)

I’ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on

I said I'ma let that⁠

Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)

Verse

Got a drop on this fle in'

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 s t

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 b h

the way you throw a fit

But f k 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 si , 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 w 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 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

b h it's 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

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