Karaoké Crazy Story, Pt. 3 King Von

Oh yeah I'm finna make a banger with this

Huh

What

Von

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 Glocks

Tucked all in her shit

Don't come in 'less you knock

But this bitch grimy

Told her 'bout this nigga

Helped me set him up

And she was with it

She just want some shoes and she ain't give no fucks

So we do that

I was at his neck

Creepin' from the back

But saw the opps and had to let 'em have it

How fucked up is that

But where that bitch

She ain't called me yet

We did that at six

And who got hit

I know someone check 'cos King Von he don't miss

Now two weeks pass

I'm back on my grind

I can't waste no time

The opps been quiet

They be woofin' though but them niggas not slidin'

And I been high

I can't even lie that thot been on my mind

Why she ain't called

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'

Just a ho of course

This bitch prolly bored

I 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 flexin' nigga

He wavin' his pipe

He get to dumpin'

Bullets get to comin'

My heart get to thumpin'

I feel somethin'

My left shoulder hot

Blood just get to 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 makes sense

That ho set me up

That lil' dirty slut

The double-cross

Tryna get me caught like I'm Randy Moss

Aw shit

I just dropped my gun plus I got one arm

I'm tryna drive

I can't shoot back now

This man on my ass

I almost crashed but I got the wheel

He tryna kill for real

But there go twelve

He bust a quick right and I just bust a left

Aw shit

Fuck gang you good

Damn my shoulder

You know this bitch be fuckin' with me gang

Damn man finish tellin' me about that shit that was crackin' off last week with them niggas and shit

Aw yeah aw yeah look

Now this what happened

A week later

My arm in a sling

I been sippin' lean

Pure codeine

I don't feel a thing

My ho say I'm mean

I need a blunt

Stuff that bitch with Runtz

Boy I'm on a hunt

And ain't no breakfast but Imma box a nigga like some Cap'n Crunch

I got a tip that that thot bitch be on Seventy-Fifth

Right off Cottage with her best friend gettin' her hair did

I'm like Cool

Finna make my move

Post up what I do

This bitch a fool for tryna play me out like this 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 crept up then I boomed

And that was that

Now I'm runnin' back

I stop in my tracks

There go that Porsche

How crazy is that

Boy 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 hyped

Let me tuck this pipe

Get up out of sight

'Cos I see lights 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 a 'Wood

Tooka smellin' good

Looked at my phone

Got a text from Herb

He say What's the word

I say Shit

I'm just coolin' bitch

I'm not from Sixty-Third

Bitch we not from Sixty-Third

Stretch Gang put in work

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