Karaoké Crazy Story King Von

I'ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk

Imma let this MAC float this one, hold on

I said Imma let that ay, come on, ay

Got a drop on this flexin' nigga he from Tennessee

I had a thot

She be with the shit she told me where he be

I said for sure baby let me know

If you wanna eat she like Von you already know just put your girl on fleek

I'm like, Cool

I can do that, boo what, you want some shoes

Jimmy Choo with a handbag, too red or baby-blue she get to smilin'

She ain't used to this 'cos she ain't used to shit

I'm just laughin' coulda been

A pimp the way

I move my lips

I be speedin' coulda been a driver the way

I push the whip you a ho coulda been a bitch the way you throw a fit

But fuck that right back to the script 'cos this a major lick he got bricks

Plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist now it's like six told her hit his phone

Meet her in The Wic but he ain't go but he ain't that slow say meet him at the store

I'm like cool let him front his move do what he gon' do 'cos this the plot

Put 'em 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 just how it go

But check the score if y'all lose one more that's six twenty-four let me focus

Can't be zoning out he pullin' up now he double park he ain't getting out

He in that push to start that new Porsche it's built like a horse colors like the fourth

He got a ring

I guess he ain't divorce wife probably a whore now she walk up

She struttin' her stuff this bitch thick as fuck got in the truck kissed him on his lip

He cuffin' her butt now I sneak up crouching like a tiger like Snoop 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' beat her ass but this what happen

I got to the door

I thought I was cappin'

I was lacking 'cos there go the opps yellin' out

What's crackin'

I'm like, what

I'm like, nigga who

I was born to shoot

I got aim

I'm like Johnny Dang when it comes to chains

So I rise hit one in his arm hit one in his thigh this no lie

Bitch it's do or die you said you gon' slide you got some nerve your shit on the curb

Boy we put in work from 64th and from 65th we not from 63rd

Bitch we not 3rd

This the game put in work