"Crazy Story" lyrics
I just met a shawty when we lies at the bar
So I bought that bitch a drink, with no chaser or no straw
We start talkin', told her I'm a Artist, showed her I'm a star
Told her, if she come fuck with the kid, she might be livin' large
I ain't tell about the shit we did, and all the shit I saw
And I asked the lil' hoe where she live, she told me where she from
She like, "baby boy, I'm from the ville" and asked what I got on
I rock all designer clothes, we done ran through all the stores
I'm sittin' talkin' to this bitch, I know I got about ten racks on me
Asked the hoe why she hang around, she told me she was lonely
Sent her Insta to my homies, ain't nobody around me know it
And I told her, "come back to the crib" and ask her where she on
I was thinkin' she was a slut, just by how easy she was goin'
She sittin' talkin' about how she glad we gone, the club was gettin' boring
This bitch tryna grab my dick, and now she feelin' on my gun
Get to the spot, I park the car
Walk around, I help her out
She thick as fuck, she was lookin' good, her titties big as fuck
She get out like, "this house big as fuck, like, boy, you rich as fuck"
Bust through the door, now we in the cut
She feelin' me up, now she like, "Mack, direct me to the bathroom"
So I get up, show her the door, show her where it's at
She takin' hella long
I can hear her typin' on her phone, but I'm just thinkin', dumb
Like she lyin' to some niggas she got waitin' back at home
I'm drunk as fuck, if she had a man, shit, I wouldn't give a fuck
I wasn't thinkin' bout my drop, but that bitch had to give it up
Cause she come out in muscle clothes, it's dope, okay, she goin' out
And I was high, but I knew I heard niggas from outside the house
They kicked the door, I get up lookin' lost, cause I can't find the Glock
Nigga told me, I'ma live if I give everything I got
So I'm like, cool, just go with ya move
Do what you gon' do, they took my loot
All my jewelry too, I feel like a fool
And I'm like, fuck this bitch set me up, they could've wet me up
And then they run out, so I go grab the chop, I keep it in the couch
Walk out the house, I start to air em out, nobody made it out
Cause I walk down, choppa bullets at they engine, park the car
They ain't get out, so I say, fuck it, then I let my choppas spark
So I bought that bitch a drink, with no chaser or no straw
We start talkin', told her I'm a Artist, showed her I'm a star
Told her, if she come fuck with the kid, she might be livin' large
I ain't tell about the shit we did, and all the shit I saw
And I asked the lil' hoe where she live, she told me where she from
She like, "baby boy, I'm from the ville" and asked what I got on
I rock all designer clothes, we done ran through all the stores
I'm sittin' talkin' to this bitch, I know I got about ten racks on me
Asked the hoe why she hang around, she told me she was lonely
Sent her Insta to my homies, ain't nobody around me know it
And I told her, "come back to the crib" and ask her where she on
I was thinkin' she was a slut, just by how easy she was goin'
She sittin' talkin' about how she glad we gone, the club was gettin' boring
This bitch tryna grab my dick, and now she feelin' on my gun
Get to the spot, I park the car
Walk around, I help her out
She thick as fuck, she was lookin' good, her titties big as fuck
She get out like, "this house big as fuck, like, boy, you rich as fuck"
Bust through the door, now we in the cut
She feelin' me up, now she like, "Mack, direct me to the bathroom"
So I get up, show her the door, show her where it's at
She takin' hella long
I can hear her typin' on her phone, but I'm just thinkin', dumb
Like she lyin' to some niggas she got waitin' back at home
I'm drunk as fuck, if she had a man, shit, I wouldn't give a fuck
I wasn't thinkin' bout my drop, but that bitch had to give it up
Cause she come out in muscle clothes, it's dope, okay, she goin' out
And I was high, but I knew I heard niggas from outside the house
They kicked the door, I get up lookin' lost, cause I can't find the Glock
Nigga told me, I'ma live if I give everything I got
So I'm like, cool, just go with ya move
Do what you gon' do, they took my loot
All my jewelry too, I feel like a fool
And I'm like, fuck this bitch set me up, they could've wet me up
And then they run out, so I go grab the chop, I keep it in the couch
Walk out the house, I start to air em out, nobody made it out
Cause I walk down, choppa bullets at they engine, park the car
They ain't get out, so I say, fuck it, then I let my choppas spark
