Crazy Story lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn-damn, Donny, you killed this sh*t)

[Verse 1]
Got me thinkin' 'bout sh*t that I did
Reminiscin' 'bout sh*t as a kid
I do not know how a n*gga 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 sh*t
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, sh*t got lit (Like)
And sh*t hit the fan
I don't know, but it jammed
sh*t stopped clickin' once I had the chance
b*tch lined him, he like, "Damn"
Let me tell y'all the story, how we made the plan
Let me get to the script 'cause b*tchеs was doin' too much when I hopped out that van
But look, it was just me and Blitz two deep, wе was outside lurkin'
We was outside purgin'
Tryna look for a n*gga we hurtin'
Tryna call up a miss to line this lil' n*gga up, so we can see him in person
He was talkin' too much on the 'Gram, so I called that lil' b*tch from his block, she was nervous

[Interlude]
We'll be on 1428 Elm Street at 10 o'clock
Alright, we'll be there
[Verse 2]
Yo, bro, I think she jackin' it
Tell that b*tch, "I'm in love," and you start jackin' it
Only thing that I'm thinkin' is this b*tch 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' sh*t
Get the addy, it's like 10 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 b*tch, she keep tellin' me foul
She not pickin' up, I wonder why
Get the message, I'm hittin' reply

[Interlude]
Bro, where the f*ck you at, bro?
We're at the gas station, two minutes away

[Verse 3]
Like, we about to get rid of this n*gga
I can't wait 'til we flick on this n*gga
Get close, so I'm killin' this n*gga
(Like, yo, like, why didn't you kill this n*gga? 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, n*ggas know how I am
I get up close, put the gun in his face, all he heard was the—