Chords for King Von - Crazy Story (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
109.85 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Bm
E
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I'ma let that Mac fly just like my nigga Doe
I'ma let this Mac fly with this one, hold on
I said I'ma let it
Alright, come on Alright Come [E] on
Come on
[Em] Gotta drop on this flexin' nigga
He from Tennessee, I had a thought
She be whoopin' 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 fleek
I'm like cool, I can do that bull
Watch you on some shoes, Jimmy Choo
With that handbag too, red or baby blue
She get the 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 [G] I move my lip
I [Em] be speedin', could've been a driver
The 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 bricks
Puss his neck in ice, and it matches rips
Now it's like six, told her hit his phone
Meet her 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 run 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 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 popped, he ain't getting out
He in that Porsche, stop, that new Porsche
It's built like a horse, colors like a fork
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 in the [Em] truck, kissed him on his lip
He cupping up, but now I sneak up
Crouching like a tiger, lights loop off the wire
The Glock on fire, so I tap with caution
Mask on Michael Myers, I'm on his ass
He finna be mad, he [Bm] gon' be the ass
But this [Em] what happened, I got to the door
I thought I was capping, I was lacking
Cause that go to up, yelling I was cracking
I'm like what, I'm like nigga who?
I was born to shoot, I got aim
I'm like Johnny Dane, when it come to chains
So I ride, hit one in his arm
Hit one in his thigh, this no lie
Bitches, we would die, you say you gon' slap?
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb
Boy we put in work from 64
And from 65th we not from 63rd
[Bm] [Em]
I'ma let this Mac fly with this one, hold on
I said I'ma let it
Alright, come on Alright Come [E] on
Come on
[Em] Gotta drop on this flexin' nigga
He from Tennessee, I had a thought
She be whoopin' 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 fleek
I'm like cool, I can do that bull
Watch you on some shoes, Jimmy Choo
With that handbag too, red or baby blue
She get the 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 [G] I move my lip
I [Em] be speedin', could've been a driver
The 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 bricks
Puss his neck in ice, and it matches rips
Now it's like six, told her hit his phone
Meet her 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 run 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 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 popped, he ain't getting out
He in that Porsche, stop, that new Porsche
It's built like a horse, colors like a fork
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 in the [Em] truck, kissed him on his lip
He cupping up, but now I sneak up
Crouching like a tiger, lights loop off the wire
The Glock on fire, so I tap with caution
Mask on Michael Myers, I'm on his ass
He finna be mad, he [Bm] gon' be the ass
But this [Em] what happened, I got to the door
I thought I was capping, I was lacking
Cause that go to up, yelling I was cracking
I'm like what, I'm like nigga who?
I was born to shoot, I got aim
I'm like Johnny Dane, when it come to chains
So I ride, hit one in his arm
Hit one in his thigh, this no lie
Bitches, we would die, you say you gon' slap?
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb
Boy we put in work from 64
And from 65th we not from 63rd
[Bm] [Em]
Key:
Em
Bm
E
G
Em
Bm
E
G
I'ma let that Mac fly just like my nigga Doe
I'ma let this Mac fly with this one, hold on
_ I said I'ma let it_
Alright, come on Alright Come [E] on
Come on
[Em] Gotta drop on this flexin' nigga
He from Tennessee, I had a thought
She be whoopin' 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 fleek
I'm like cool, I can do that bull
Watch you on some shoes, Jimmy Choo
With that handbag too, red or baby blue
She get the 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 [G] I move my lip
I [Em] be speedin', could've been a driver
The 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 bricks
Puss his neck in ice, and it matches rips
Now it's like six, told her hit his phone
Meet her 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 run 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 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 popped, he ain't getting out
He in that Porsche, stop, that new Porsche
It's built like a horse, colors like a fork
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 in the [Em] truck, kissed him on his lip
He cupping up, but now I sneak up
Crouching like a tiger, lights loop off the wire
The Glock on fire, so I tap with caution
Mask on Michael Myers, I'm on his ass
He finna be mad, he [Bm] gon' be the ass
But this [Em] what happened, I got to the door
I thought I was capping, I was lacking
Cause that go to up, yelling I was cracking
I'm like what, I'm like nigga who?
I was born to shoot, I got aim
I'm like Johnny Dane, when it come to chains
So I ride, hit one in his arm
Hit one in his thigh, this no lie
Bitches, we would die, you say you gon' slap?
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb
Boy we put in work from 64
And from 65th we not from 63rd
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_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [Em] _ _
I'ma let this Mac fly with this one, hold on
_ I said I'ma let it_
Alright, come on Alright Come [E] on
Come on
[Em] Gotta drop on this flexin' nigga
He from Tennessee, I had a thought
She be whoopin' 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 fleek
I'm like cool, I can do that bull
Watch you on some shoes, Jimmy Choo
With that handbag too, red or baby blue
She get the 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 [G] I move my lip
I [Em] be speedin', could've been a driver
The 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 bricks
Puss his neck in ice, and it matches rips
Now it's like six, told her hit his phone
Meet her 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 run 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 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 popped, he ain't getting out
He in that Porsche, stop, that new Porsche
It's built like a horse, colors like a fork
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 in the [Em] truck, kissed him on his lip
He cupping up, but now I sneak up
Crouching like a tiger, lights loop off the wire
The Glock on fire, so I tap with caution
Mask on Michael Myers, I'm on his ass
He finna be mad, he [Bm] gon' be the ass
But this [Em] what happened, I got to the door
I thought I was capping, I was lacking
Cause that go to up, yelling I was cracking
I'm like what, I'm like nigga who?
I was born to shoot, I got aim
I'm like Johnny Dane, when it come to chains
So I ride, hit one in his arm
Hit one in his thigh, this no lie
Bitches, we would die, you say you gon' slap?
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb
Boy we put in work from 64
And from 65th we not from 63rd
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