Chords for King Von "Crazy Story" (Live Performance) | Open Mic
Tempo:
107.95 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Bm
E
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I'm gonna let that Mac fly just like my nigga Doe
Oh yeah, I'm gonna let the Mac fly with this one
I said I'm gonna let the
[E] Vaughn, Vaughn
Gotta [Em] 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 on feed
I'm like cool, I can pull that bull
What you want, some shu?
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've been a pimple
The way I [G] move my lip, I be [Em] speed
Could've been a driver, way I push the whip
You a ho, could've been a bitch
The way you throw a fit, but fuck that
Right back to the script, cause this a major lick
He got brick, plus his neck is icy
And it match his roof, now it's like six
Told her hit his phone, meet him in the whip
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow
Say meet him at the store, I'm like cool
Let him find his mood, do what he gon' do
Cause this the plot, put him in a pot
Let her 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
F-L-R-O-M-O, that's 60-24
Let me focus, can't be zoning out
He [Bm] balling up now, he double [Em] part
He ain't get it now, he in that push to start
That new Porsche, it's built like a horse
Colors like the fourth, we got a ring
I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she strutting her stuff
This bitch [Bm] thick as fuck, hopped in his [Em] truck
Kissed him on his lips, he cupping up
But now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger
Lights loop off the wire, the block on fire
So I took precaution, mess with Michael Myers
I'm on his air, he finna be mad
He gon' [Bm] be the heir, but this what [E] happened
I got to the [Em] door, I thought I was capping
I was lacking, cause that's what the opps
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 Dang
When it come to chain, so I ride
Hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh
There's no lie, bitches do or die
You say you gon' sky, you got some nerve
Yo shit on the curve, but we put in work
From 64 and from 65
We not from 63rd
Bitch we not from 63rd
Scratch gang, put in work
[Bm] [Em]
Oh yeah, I'm gonna let the Mac fly with this one
I said I'm gonna let the
[E] Vaughn, Vaughn
Gotta [Em] 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 on feed
I'm like cool, I can pull that bull
What you want, some shu?
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've been a pimple
The way I [G] move my lip, I be [Em] speed
Could've been a driver, way I push the whip
You a ho, could've been a bitch
The way you throw a fit, but fuck that
Right back to the script, cause this a major lick
He got brick, plus his neck is icy
And it match his roof, now it's like six
Told her hit his phone, meet him in the whip
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow
Say meet him at the store, I'm like cool
Let him find his mood, do what he gon' do
Cause this the plot, put him in a pot
Let her 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
F-L-R-O-M-O, that's 60-24
Let me focus, can't be zoning out
He [Bm] balling up now, he double [Em] part
He ain't get it now, he in that push to start
That new Porsche, it's built like a horse
Colors like the fourth, we got a ring
I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she strutting her stuff
This bitch [Bm] thick as fuck, hopped in his [Em] truck
Kissed him on his lips, he cupping up
But now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger
Lights loop off the wire, the block on fire
So I took precaution, mess with Michael Myers
I'm on his air, he finna be mad
He gon' [Bm] be the heir, but this what [E] happened
I got to the [Em] door, I thought I was capping
I was lacking, cause that's what the opps
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 Dang
When it come to chain, so I ride
Hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh
There's no lie, bitches do or die
You say you gon' sky, you got some nerve
Yo shit on the curve, but we put in work
From 64 and from 65
We not from 63rd
Bitch we not from 63rd
Scratch gang, put in work
[Bm] [Em]
Key:
Em
Bm
E
G
Em
Bm
E
G
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I'm gonna let that Mac fly just like my nigga Doe
Oh yeah, I'm gonna let the Mac fly with this one
I said I'm gonna let the
_ _ _ [E] _ Vaughn, Vaughn
Gotta [Em] 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 on feed
I'm like cool, I can pull that bull
What you want, some shu?
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've been a pimple
The way I [G] move my lip, I be [Em] speed
Could've been a driver, way I push the whip
You a ho, could've been a bitch
The way you throw a fit, but fuck that
Right back to the script, cause this a major lick
He got brick, plus his neck is icy
And it match his roof, now it's like six
Told her hit his phone, meet him in the whip
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow
Say meet him at the store, I'm like cool
Let him find his mood, do what he gon' do
Cause this the plot, put him in a pot
Let her 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
F-L-R-O-M-O, that's 60-24
Let me focus, can't be zoning out
He [Bm] balling up now, he double [Em] part
He ain't get it now, he in that push to start
That new Porsche, it's built like a horse
Colors like the fourth, we got a ring
I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she strutting her stuff
This bitch [Bm] thick as fuck, hopped in his [Em] truck
Kissed him on his lips, he cupping up
But now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger
Lights loop off the wire, the block on fire
So I took precaution, mess with Michael Myers
I'm on his air, he finna be mad
He gon' [Bm] be the heir, but this what [E] happened
I got to the [Em] door, I thought I was capping
I was lacking, cause that's what the opps
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 Dang
When it come to chain, so I ride
Hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh
There's no lie, bitches do or die
You say you gon' sky, you got some nerve
Yo shit on the curve, but we put in work
From 64 and from 65
We not from 63rd _
Bitch we not from _ 63rd _ _
_ _ _ Scratch gang, put in work _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I'm gonna let that Mac fly just like my nigga Doe
Oh yeah, I'm gonna let the Mac fly with this one
I said I'm gonna let the
_ _ _ [E] _ Vaughn, Vaughn
Gotta [Em] 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 on feed
I'm like cool, I can pull that bull
What you want, some shu?
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've been a pimple
The way I [G] move my lip, I be [Em] speed
Could've been a driver, way I push the whip
You a ho, could've been a bitch
The way you throw a fit, but fuck that
Right back to the script, cause this a major lick
He got brick, plus his neck is icy
And it match his roof, now it's like six
Told her hit his phone, meet him in the whip
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow
Say meet him at the store, I'm like cool
Let him find his mood, do what he gon' do
Cause this the plot, put him in a pot
Let her 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
F-L-R-O-M-O, that's 60-24
Let me focus, can't be zoning out
He [Bm] balling up now, he double [Em] part
He ain't get it now, he in that push to start
That new Porsche, it's built like a horse
Colors like the fourth, we got a ring
I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she strutting her stuff
This bitch [Bm] thick as fuck, hopped in his [Em] truck
Kissed him on his lips, he cupping up
But now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger
Lights loop off the wire, the block on fire
So I took precaution, mess with Michael Myers
I'm on his air, he finna be mad
He gon' [Bm] be the heir, but this what [E] happened
I got to the [Em] door, I thought I was capping
I was lacking, cause that's what the opps
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 Dang
When it come to chain, so I ride
Hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh
There's no lie, bitches do or die
You say you gon' sky, you got some nerve
Yo shit on the curve, but we put in work
From 64 and from 65
We not from 63rd _
Bitch we not from _ 63rd _ _
_ _ _ Scratch gang, put in work _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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