Crazy Story Chords by King Von
Tempo:
78.8 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em] I'ma let this Mac fly just like my nigga Doe
I'ma let this Mac fly, this one, hold on
I said I'ma let it, alright come on, alright
Gotta drop on this flexin' nigga
He from Tennessee, I had a thought
She be with this shit, she told me where he be
I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat
She like Vaughn, you already know, just put your girl [Bm] on fleek
I'm [Em] like cool, I can do that bull
Watch you on some shoes, Jimmy Choo with a handbag too
Red or baby blue, she gets a smile
She ain't used to this, cause she ain't used to shit
I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp
The way I move [Bm] my lip, I [Em] be speeding
Could've been a driver, the way I push the whip
You a hoe, could've been a bitch
The way you throw a fist, but fuck that
Right back to the script, cause this a major lick
He got bricks, plus his neck in ice
And it matches his wrist, now it's like six
Told her hit his phone, meet up in the week
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow
Say meet him at the store, I'm like cool
Let him run his move, do what he gon' do
Cause this the plot, put him 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's just how it go, but check the scope
If y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four
Let me focus, can't be zoning out
He pulling [Bm] up now, he [Em] double pop
He ain't getting out, he in that Porsche stop
That new Porsche, it's built like a horse
Colors like a four, he got a ring
I guess he ain't divorced, white probably a whore
Now she woke up, she strutting her stuff
This bitch [Bm] thick as fuck, got [Em] in the truck
Kissed him on his lip, he cupping up
But now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger
Lights loop 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' [Bm] beat her ass, but [Em] this what happened
I got to the door, I thought I was capping
I was lacking, cause that go to up
Yelling out what's cracking, I'm like what
I'm like nigga who, I was born to shoot
I got aim, I'm like Johnny Depp
When it come to change, so I ride
Hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh
This no lie, bitches we would die
You say you gon' slide, you got some nerve
Yo shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64 and from 65, we not from 63rd
[Bm]
[Em]
I'ma let this Mac fly, this one, hold on
I said I'ma let it, alright come on, alright
Gotta drop on this flexin' nigga
He from Tennessee, I had a thought
She be with this shit, she told me where he be
I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat
She like Vaughn, you already know, just put your girl [Bm] on fleek
I'm [Em] like cool, I can do that bull
Watch you on some shoes, Jimmy Choo with a handbag too
Red or baby blue, she gets a smile
She ain't used to this, cause she ain't used to shit
I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp
The way I move [Bm] my lip, I [Em] be speeding
Could've been a driver, the way I push the whip
You a hoe, could've been a bitch
The way you throw a fist, but fuck that
Right back to the script, cause this a major lick
He got bricks, plus his neck in ice
And it matches his wrist, now it's like six
Told her hit his phone, meet up in the week
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow
Say meet him at the store, I'm like cool
Let him run his move, do what he gon' do
Cause this the plot, put him 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's just how it go, but check the scope
If y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four
Let me focus, can't be zoning out
He pulling [Bm] up now, he [Em] double pop
He ain't getting out, he in that Porsche stop
That new Porsche, it's built like a horse
Colors like a four, he got a ring
I guess he ain't divorced, white probably a whore
Now she woke up, she strutting her stuff
This bitch [Bm] thick as fuck, got [Em] in the truck
Kissed him on his lip, he cupping up
But now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger
Lights loop 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' [Bm] beat her ass, but [Em] this what happened
I got to the door, I thought I was capping
I was lacking, cause that go to up
Yelling out what's cracking, I'm like what
I'm like nigga who, I was born to shoot
I got aim, I'm like Johnny Depp
When it come to change, so I ride
Hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh
This no lie, bitches we would die
You say you gon' slide, you got some nerve
Yo shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64 and from 65, we not from 63rd
[Bm]
[Em]
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Bm
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Bm
[Em] I'ma let this Mac fly just like my nigga Doe
I'ma let this Mac fly, this one, hold on
I said I'ma let it, alright come on, alright
Gotta _ drop on this flexin' nigga
He from Tennessee, I had a thought
She be with this shit, she told me where he be
I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat
She like Vaughn, you already know, just put your girl [Bm] on fleek
I'm [Em] like cool, I can do that bull
Watch you on some shoes, Jimmy Choo with a handbag too
Red or baby blue, she gets a smile
She ain't used to this, cause she ain't used to shit
I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp
The way I move [Bm] my lip, I [Em] be speeding
Could've been a driver, the way I push the whip
You a hoe, could've been a bitch
The way you throw a fist, but fuck that
Right back to the script, cause this a major lick
He got bricks, plus his neck in ice
And it matches his wrist, now it's like six
Told her hit his phone, meet up in the week
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow
Say meet him at the store, I'm like cool
Let him run his move, do what he gon' do
Cause this the plot, put him 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's just how it go, but check the scope
If y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four
Let me focus, can't be zoning out
He pulling [Bm] up now, he [Em] double pop
He ain't getting out, he in that Porsche stop
That new Porsche, it's built like a horse
Colors like a four, he got a ring
I guess he ain't divorced, white probably a whore
Now she woke up, she strutting her stuff
This bitch [Bm] thick as fuck, got [Em] in the truck
Kissed him on his lip, he cupping up
But now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger
Lights loop 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' [Bm] beat her ass, but [Em] this what happened
I got to the door, I thought I was capping
I was lacking, cause that go to up
Yelling out what's cracking, I'm like what
I'm like nigga who, I was born to shoot
I got aim, I'm like Johnny Depp
When it come to change, so I ride
Hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh
This no lie, bitches we would die
You say you gon' slide, you got some nerve
Yo shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64 and from 65, we not from 63rd _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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I'ma let this Mac fly, this one, hold on
I said I'ma let it, alright come on, alright
Gotta _ drop on this flexin' nigga
He from Tennessee, I had a thought
She be with this shit, she told me where he be
I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat
She like Vaughn, you already know, just put your girl [Bm] on fleek
I'm [Em] like cool, I can do that bull
Watch you on some shoes, Jimmy Choo with a handbag too
Red or baby blue, she gets a smile
She ain't used to this, cause she ain't used to shit
I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp
The way I move [Bm] my lip, I [Em] be speeding
Could've been a driver, the way I push the whip
You a hoe, could've been a bitch
The way you throw a fist, but fuck that
Right back to the script, cause this a major lick
He got bricks, plus his neck in ice
And it matches his wrist, now it's like six
Told her hit his phone, meet up in the week
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow
Say meet him at the store, I'm like cool
Let him run his move, do what he gon' do
Cause this the plot, put him 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's just how it go, but check the scope
If y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four
Let me focus, can't be zoning out
He pulling [Bm] up now, he [Em] double pop
He ain't getting out, he in that Porsche stop
That new Porsche, it's built like a horse
Colors like a four, he got a ring
I guess he ain't divorced, white probably a whore
Now she woke up, she strutting her stuff
This bitch [Bm] thick as fuck, got [Em] in the truck
Kissed him on his lip, he cupping up
But now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger
Lights loop 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' [Bm] beat her ass, but [Em] this what happened
I got to the door, I thought I was capping
I was lacking, cause that go to up
Yelling out what's cracking, I'm like what
I'm like nigga who, I was born to shoot
I got aim, I'm like Johnny Depp
When it come to change, so I ride
Hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh
This no lie, bitches we would die
You say you gon' slide, you got some nerve
Yo shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64 and from 65, we not from 63rd _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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