Crazy Story, Pt. 3

Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this Huh, what? DJ on the beat so it's a banger 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 the shit, don't come unless 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 'cause 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 whoopin', 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 a'ight 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 ringing, just a hoe, 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', something ain't right, I look to my right And I'm like, damn, there go that flexing nigga, he wavin' his pipe He get to dumpin' Bullets get to coming, my heart get to thumbin' I feel something, my left shoulder hot, blood just get to gushing 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 sucking dick Now it makes sense That hoe set me up, that lil' dirty slut The double cross, tryna get me caught like I'm Randy Moss Ah, 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 12, he bust a quick right and I bust a quick left Aw, shit What the 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 hoe say I'm mean I need a blunt, stuff that bitch with Runts, boy, I'm on a hunt And ain't no breakfast, but I'm a box a nigga, like some Cap'n Crunch I got a tip that, that thot bitch be on 75th 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 running 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 'Cause 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 63rd Bitch we not from 63rd Stretch gang put in work