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crazy story 3.0 - jaybuczz lyrics

king von
i’ma let this mac fly with this one, hold on
i said, i’ma let it
aight come on, aight
(von, von)
got a drop on this flexin’ n*gga, he from tennessee (what?)
i had a thot she be with the sh*ts, she told me where he be (where he at?)
i said, “fo’ sho’, baby, let me know if you wanna eat”
she like, “von you already know, just put your girl on fleek” (that’s it)
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 sh*t
i’m just laughin’, could’ve been a pimp the way i move my lips
i be speedin’ could’vе been a driver the way i push the whip (vroom*vroom)
you a hoе, coulda been a b*tch, the way you throw a fit (b*tch*ass)
but f*ck that, right back to the script ’cause this a major l!ck
he got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist
now its 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 (that’s cool)
i’m like cool, let ’em front his move, do what he gon’ do (i got ’em)
’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 (boom, boom)
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 (yeah, yeah)
let me focus, can’t be zonin’ out, he pullin’ up now
he double park, he ain’t gettin’ out, he in that push to start (there he go right there)
that new porsche it’s built like a horse, colors like the ‘fo
he got a ring, i guess he ain’t divorce, wife probably a wh0re
now she walk up, she struttin’ her stuff, this b*tch thick as f*ck
got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin’ her b*tt
now i sneak up crouchin’ 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 happen, 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, “n*gga, 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
b*tch it’s do or die, you said you gon’ slide
you got some nerve, your sh*t on the curb, boy we put in work
from 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd
jaybuczz
came threw the block but my glock was hot frm k!llin n*ggas way bck these n*ggas be btches dey str8 k!lled my cuzzo but i returned da favor det shii ain’t sweet dey thought shii was slidin but det ain’t go det way im hot ash dets da way it go but im not livin like det its crazy story im thinkin bout droppin det but ita anotha tmr but im 07 dets when i was born i touched down 2 dis earth i payed a goofy he had set me up but i ain’t go again can’t trust these n*ggas even yo dawg or homie

lil durk
i got a drop on a rappin’ n*gga, 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 mak, gone for a double homi’, foenem got yo back
but f*ck that, say you smoking who? quickest way to die
sn*tch 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 six, call dada out, tell him ’bout a l!ck
we need tape, we need rope and phones, don’t forget the bl!cks
he like, “cool, how that n*gga look?” i pull up some fl!cks
he like, “d*mn i think i know the n*gga” he cool with his b*tch
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, three drums to his chest
boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)

[outro]
b*tch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)
b*tch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)
stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)

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