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

[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ Oh yeah, I'm finna make [Em] a banger with this_ _ _ _
What?
DJ, you're a piece of_ FUN!
Now here it [E] go, I just made it home, Miss Calls on my [Bm] phone, see I've been gone,
Was [E] tryna hit a lick but that shit just went wrong,
I got a thot, she right off the block, Her crib [Em] be the spot and we got glock,
Talked all in, no shit don't come in unless you knock,
But this bitch crammed me, told her bout this nigga,
Helped me set him up and she was with it, She just wants some shoes and she ain't get no fuck,
So we do that, I was at his neck, Creepin' from the back,
I was all the opps and had to let him have it,
How fucked up is that but what that bitch?
She ain't call me yet, We did that at 6 and who got hit?
I know someone check cause Keem Bone he don't miss,
Now two weeks passed, I'm back on my grind,
[C] I can't waste no time, now I spit quiet,
They be whoopin' though but them niggas not slidin',
I [Em] been hot, 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 [C] a red light, I usually don't stop,
My phone keep ringin', just [F#] a whole of course,
This [E] bitch probably bored, I'll press ignore,
I ain't got [C] no time, a whore gon' be [B] a whore,
Now I get that [Em] feelin', something ain't right,
I look to my right and I'm like,
Damn, there go [A] that flixin' nigga,
He wavin' his pipe, he get [C#] the dump,
Bullets at [Em] the cup, my heart get the dumpin',
I feel somethin', my left shoulder [Cm] hot,
Blood just get the [Em] gushin', I'm like,
Shit, ain't this bout a bitch?
And he with that bitch, I got a glimpse,
She got them big lips that's made for suckin' dick,
Now it make sense, that hoe set me up,
That [C] lil' dirty slut the double cross,
Tryin' to give me coke like I'm [Em] Randy Moss,
Ah shit, I just dropped my [C] gun,
Plus I got one arm, I'm tryin' to drive,
I [C#m] can't shoot back now, this man know my ass,
I [C] almost crap, but I got the wheel,
He tryin' to kill for real, but that go [Em] 12,
He bust a quick right and I just bust a left,
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[Fm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [C] week later, my arm in the sling,
I've been sippin' lean, here Cody,
I don't feel a thing, my hoe sayin' I [E] mean,
I need a blunt, sup that bitch with runt,
Boy, I'm on a hunt, ain't no breath,
But I'm a boxer nigga, like some Captain Crunch,
I got a tip, that that thot bitch,
Beyonce need duff, right off cottage,
With her best friend, gettin' [Em] her head in,
I'm like, cool, finna make my move,
Post up what I do, this bitch a fool,
But tryin' to 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 [F#] up then I'm through,
And that [Em] was that, now I'm runnin' back,
I stop in my tracks, that go that Porsche,
How crazy is that, boy, I'm on his ass,
The first blast, it shatter his grip,
Damn, this nigga fierce, he hit the gas,
[C] I'm still shootin' at him, but I'm [Em] too far back,
Damn, I'm [C] hype, let me tuck this [Em] pipe,
Get up outta sight, cause I see lights,
And them bitches bright, can't go to jail for life,
So I take flight, made it [E] to the hood,
Everything went good, knock on wood,
Flame me up for wood, took a smelly good,
Looked at [Em] my phone, got a text from her,
He say, what's the word, I say, shit,
Bitch, I'm not from 63rd,
_ Bitch, we not from 63rd,
_ Stretch, game, [E] put in work, _ _ _ _ _ _
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