Crazy Story (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Gotta drop on his naked b*tch, 'cause I took a sh*t
She saw me comin', so she got to runnin', runnin' to her Lyft
He saw this chopper, so he cancel ride, said he off his shift
Now her heart beating harder than the beating she gon' get
I'm like cool, walked up on her smooth, might just make the news
Hit a stain, walked up, snatched her chain, like her name New New
But here come twelve, so we had to slide, on my n*gga's blue
Next time we see her, she get slaughtered like Monice, not talkin' Drew

[Verse 2]
She online, and you know she lyin', talkin' on that app, this no cap
If I see that b*tch, I'm shootin' like it's craps
Called a friend like I got some bands, just tell me to map
Told that b*tch, just drop yo pen like the lil' b*tch couldn't rap
I'm a bad motherf*cker, sneak up with that Ruger
Taught my n*ggas how to move like a f*ckin' tutor
Ain't no beefin' up online, I'm pullin' up like Uber
Chopper longer than a motherf*ckin' extended ruler
We go nuts with the sh*ts
All us huntin' that b*tch
She gon' peep up in her door like watching Hush in this b*tch
I don't f*ck with no snitch, I don't stop, I'm no glitch
b*tch I'm climbin' on her head, knock her lights out so she switch

[Verse 3]
I'm in a window, with extendos, and I'm really not tryin' to style
Put a bullet up her drawers, now she need Donald Trump to build walls
I'm beating her with a gavel since the b*tch called up the law
Then I'll dress her up for her casket since she sleep C-cup bra
Whoa, whoa, I'm lookin' out of the door, tryna think how I'm gonna go
Phone froze, I'm tryna call up a pro, pay him to clean up the floor
Oh, no, kid playing tic-tac-toe, how the f*ck I didn't know
Talkin' in code, I'm like wipe his nose, well I'ma just throw 'em in the stove
[Verse 4]
I'm raising hell, so many f*cking shells, look like Taco Bell
Never fail, red bottoms on, stepped in blood, they can't tell
Break a nail, ramen noodles fix that back so damn well
Then we trail, back to the block then we ball like Odell
Back to the block? Back, back, back to the block?
Back, back, back to the block
Bullet holes in her foot turn Huaraches to Crocs
Back to the block? Back, back, back to the block?
Back, back, back to the block?
Bullets flyin' out this Glock and that b*tch gonna stop
Gang

[Outro]
Born and raised on 63rd, born and raised on 63rd (gang, gang)
Shout out to Von man, you killed this sh*t
f*ck it, we killed this sh*t period