King Von ft Lil Durk - Crazy Story (REMIX)

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

I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on

I said I'ma let it

Alright, come on, aight

(Von, von)

Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee

I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be

I say, "For sure, baby let me know, if you wanna eat"

She like "Von, you already know, just put 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 smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit

I'm just laughing, could have been a pimp the way I move my lips

I be speeding, could have been a driver the way I push the whip

You a hoe, could have 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 6, told her hit his phone

Meet her in the Wic, but he ain't go

But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store

I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do

'Cause this the plot, put him in a 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's just how go

But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6 to 24

Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling 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 fork

He got a ring, I guess he in divorce, 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 cuffin' that 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 Myers

I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass

But this what happened

I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'

I was lackin', '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 ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh

This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?

You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work

From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd

I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq

I'm like, cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack

You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC

Yeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo' back

But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die

Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine, ain't no point in trying

They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding

They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside

Hit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick

We need tape, we need rope and foams, don't forget the blicks

He like, "Cool, how that nigga look?" I pull up some flicks

He like, "Damn, I think I know the nigga" He cool with his bitch

We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot

Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car

He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse

I'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 drums to his chest

Boom boom boom!

Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)

Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)

(Dress game, put in work, aye, aye, aye)