King Von - Crazy Story (Clean Radio Edit)

Now I'ma make them neck fly, they like, my neck's dope, bwop Now that's some neck fly, dude, hold on Yo, I'ma let it fly, bwop Bwop, bwop, bwop Got a drop on his face, and he from Tennessee I had to stop, he be whippin', he told me, wait, he be out takin' shoes Baby, let me know if you wanna get, she like, bwop You already know this, put the girl on fleek I'm like, cool, I can do that, boo What you want to choose, let me choose What the heck they do, grab a baby blue, she gets a smile She ain't used to this, she ain't used to this I'm just laughin', could've done a flip, the way I move my lips I just seen you, could've done a drop, the way I put the whip You a bitch, could've done a flip, the way you throw a fist Fuck that, right back to the script, cause this a major lift He got bricks, plus his neck and ice, and it matches right Now it's like, bitch, he told her, here's his phone Need her, ain't no way, but he ain't gone But he ain't that slow, take me to Mexico I'm like, cool, let him find his move Do what he gon' do, cause this a plot Put him in a pot, let it cook like stew I grab my block, gave it to a lot But if it's you, like, knew we at the top Yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go But check the scope, if y'all need one more That's six to twenty-four, let me focus Hey, he turnin' out, he pullin' up, now he double pop He ain't gettin' out, he in that brick stop That new boy, he feel like a horse, call us like a force He got a rig, I guess he ain't just one White Raleigh on, now she walk block She's ridin' hot stuff, bitch, the thickest Bitch, the thickest ass in this truck Shit, we on his lips, he coppin' up on that Antigua Rockin' like a tiger, like Tupac, Hawaii The block gon' fight, so I tap him, cause Left him like Jumaya, I'm on his If it may be me, if he gon' be that But since what happened, I got to admit I thought I was talented, I was black But they caught up, I'm yellin', I was crackin' I'm like, what? I'm like, who? I was born to shoot, I got A's I'm like Johnny Depp, when it come to tax So I rap, hit one in his arm Hit one in his back, there's no lack And do or die, you say you gon' die You got some nerve, don't you pull the curve Boy, we put in work from 64 And from 62, now we're 63rd Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Don't wanna let that pack slide, I like my niggas slow