Crazy Story

(Damn-damn, Donny, you killed this shit) Got me thinkin' 'bout shit that I did Reminiscin' 'bout shit as a kid I do not know how a nigga got lit B-but I'm still findin' ways to get rich All I know is that God had gave me a gift And he told me just stay on my shit I just hope they don't do me like Mitch And I hope they don't hate me like Chris Let me tell y'all a story, shit got lit (like) And shit hit the fan I don't know, but it jammed Shit stopped clickin' once I had the chance Bitch lined him, he like, "Damn" Let me tell y'all the story, how we made the plan Let me get to the script 'cause bitches was doin' too much when I hopped out that van But look, it was just me and Blitz two deep, we was outside lurkin' We was outside purgin' Tryna look for a nigga we hurtin' Tryna call up a miss to line this lil' nigga up, so we can see him in person He was talkin' too much on the 'Gram, so I called that lil' bitch from his block She was nervous We'll be on 1428 Elm Street at ten o'clock Alright, we'll be there Yo, bro, I think she jackin' it Tell that bitch, "I'm in love," and you start jackin' it Only thing that I'm thinkin' is this bitch lyin' 'cause he gon' go straight in a casket Like, yo, Blitz, you think she gassin' it? Only thing that I'm thinkin' is coppin' shit Get the addy, it's like ten o'clock We get to cruisin' right there down that block I do not know, all I heard was the cops H-heard the sirens, now I'm tryna waltz Just buggin' and thuggin', thinkin' in the lot Callin' this bitch, she keep tellin' me foul She not pickin' up, I wonder why Get the message, I'm hittin' reply Bro, where the fuck you at, bro? We're at the gas station, two minutes away Like, we about to get rid of this nigga I can't wait 'til we flick on this nigga Get close, so I'm killin' this nigga (Like, yo, like, why didn't you kill this nigga? Like) Think a car pulled up (like) And the lights turned off Got my G and my clip right up outta my jewels And I hop out the cut with my black hoodie on Then I aim double hands I get to thuggin' and stickin', once I get the chance, niggas know how I am I get up close, put the gun in his face, all he heard was the-