Chords for King Von - Crazy Story, Pt. 3 (Official Audio)

[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C]
Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this [Em] What? _ _ _
_ _ [C] DJ, you're the piece of [Em] shit
Now here it go, I just made it home
Missed calls on my phone, see I been gone
Was tryna hit a lick but that shit just went wrong
I got a thot, she right off the block
Her crib be the spot and we got glock
Tucked all [C] in her shit, don't come in [Em] unless you nothin'
But this Miss Grammy told her bout this nigga
Helped me set him up and she was with it
She just want some shoes and she ain't get no fuck
So we do that, I was at his neck
Creepin' from the back with all the ops
And had to [C] let him have it, how fucked up is [Em] that
But where that bitch?
She ain't call me yet
We did that at 6 and who got hit?
I know someone check cause King Von he don't miss
Now two weeks passed, I'm back on my grind
I can't waste no time, now I spit quiet
They be whoopin' though but them niggas not slidin'
I been high, I can't even lie
That thot been on my mind, why she ain't call?
I ain't seen her ass, I hope that she alright
Now it's midnight, I'm hittin' some blocks
Just me and my Glock came to a stop
I'm at a red light, I usually don't stop
My phone keep ringin', [Fm] just a whole of course
This bitch probably [Em] bored, I'll press ignore
I ain't got no time, a whore gon' be a whore
Now I get that feelin', somethin' ain't right
I look to my right and I'm like, damn
There go that [C#m] flexin' nigga, he wavin' his [Em] pipe
He get the dumpin', bullets get the cum
My heart get the thumpin', I feel somethin'
My left shoulder hot, blood just get the gushin'
I'm like, shit, ain't this bout a bitch
And he with that bitch, I got a glimpse
She got them [C] big lips that's made for [Em] suckin' dick
Now it make sense, that ho set me up
That lil' dirty slut, the double cross
Tryna give me coke, like I'm Randy Moss
Ah shit, I just dropped my gun
Plus I got one arm, I'm tryna thrive
I can't shoot back now, this man know my ass
I almost crap, but I got the wheel
He tryna kill for real, but that go 12
He bust a quick right and I just bust a left _ _
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_ _ [Em] _ week later, my arm in the sling
I've been sippin' lean, pure codeine
I don't feel a thing, my ho say I mean I need a blunt
Suck that bitch, we'll run
Boy, I'm on a hunt, ain't no reppin'
But I'm a boxer nigga, like some Captain Crunch
I got a tip, that that dot bitch
Beyonce need filth, right off cottage
What up, [C] that's Sprint, gettin' her head in
[Em] I'm like, cool, finna make my move
Post up what I do, this bitch a fool
But tryna play me out, like that shit was cool
Now it's like two, catch her walkin' out
Her new hairstyle blue and she look cute
But that mean shit to me, I crap up then I boom
And that was that, now I'm runnin' back
I stop in my tracks, that go that push
How [C] crazy is that, boy, [Em] I'm on his ass
The first blast, it shatter his glass
Damn, this nigga fast, he hit the gas
I'm still shootin' at him, but I'm too far back
Damn, I'm hype, let me tuck this pipe
Get up outta sight, cause I see light
And them bitches bright, can't go to jail for life
So I take flight, made it to the hood
Everything went good, knock on wood
Flame me up for wood, took a smelly girl
Looked at my phone, got a text from her
He say, what's the word, I say, shit
I'm not from _ _ _ _ _ 63rd
_ _ Stretch game, put in work _
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