Crazy Story Pt 3 Song Lyrics
Oh, yeah, I’m finna make a banger with thisHuh, what?(DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)
VonNow here it go, I just made it homeMissed calls on my phoneSee, I been goneWas tryna hit a lick but that’s shit just went wrongI got a thot, she right off the blockHer crib be the spot and we got GlocksTucked all in the shit, don’t come in less you knockBut this bitch grimeyTold her ’bout this niggaHelp me set ’em up and she was wit itShe just want some shoesAnd she ain’t give no fuckSo we do that, I was at his neckCreepin’ from the backBut saw the opps and had to let ’em have itHow fucked up is that? But where that bitch?She ain’t called me yetWe did that at six and who got hit?I know someone, check ’cause King Von, he don’t missNow two weeks passI’m back on my grindI can’t waste no time, the opps been quietThey be whoopin’ thoBut them niggas not slidin’ and I been highI can’t even lie that thot been on my mindWhy she ain’t called?I ain’t seen her ass, I hope that she alrightNow it’s midnight I’m hitting some blocksJust me and my Glock, came to a stopI’m at a red light, I usually don’t stopMy phone keep ringingJust a hoe of course, this bitch probably boredI press ignoreI ain’t got no timeA whore gon’ be a whoreNow I get that feelingSomething ain’t rightI look to my rightAnd I’m like, damnThere go that flexin’ niggaHe wavin’ his pipeHe get to dumpin’Bullets get to comin’My heart get to thumbin’I feel something, my left shoulder hotBlood just get to gushingI’m like shit, ain’t this ’bout a bitchAnd he with that bitchI got a glimpse, she got them big lipsThat’s made for suckin’ dickNow it make senseThat hoe set me upThat lil’ dirty slut, the double crossTryna get me caughtLike I’m Randy MossAh shit, I just dropped my gunPlus I got one arm, I’m tryna driveI can’t shoot back nowThis man on my ass, I almost crashedBut I got the wheel, he tryna kill for realBut there go twelveHe bust a quick rightAnd I just bust a left
Ah, shitWhat the fuck, gang, you good?Damn, my shoulderYou know this bitch be fuckin’ with me, gangDamn, man, finish tellin’ me about that shit that was crackin’Off last week with them niggas and shitAw, yeah, aw, yeah, lookNow this what happened
A week later my arm in a slingI been sippin’ lean, pure codeineI don’t feel a thingMy hoe say I’m meanI need a blunt, stuff that bitch wit RuntzBoy, I’m on a hunt, and ain’t no breakfastBut I’m a boxer nigga, like some Capt’n CrunchI got a tip that thot bitch be on 75thRight off CottageWith her best friend, gettin’ her hair didI’m like cool, finna make my movePost up, what I doThis bitch a fool for tryna play me outLike that shit was coolNow it’s like twoCatch her walking outHer new hairstyle blue and she look cuteBut that mean ain’t shit to meI crept up then I boomedAnd that was thatNow I’m running backI stop in my tracks, there go that PorscheHow crazy is that boy, I’m on his assThe first blast, it shatter his glassDamn, this nigga fast, he hit the gasI’m still shooting at him but I’m too far backDamn I’m hype, let me tuck this pipeGet up out of sight ’cause I see lightsAnd them bitches brightCan’t go to jail for life, so I take flightMade it to the hood, everything went goodKnock on wood, flame me up a ‘WoodTooka smellin’ good, looked at my phoneGot a text from Herb, he say, “Whats’s the word?”I say, shit, I’m just coolin’ bitch, I’m not from 63rd
Bitch, we’re not from 63rdStretch Gang put in work