King Von – Crazy Story (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Tribute Throwback to the late King Von’s “Crazy Story” track. Listen, watch video, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Mac Fly.

King Von Crazy Story

We’re still reeling from the death of King Von. The 26-year-old Chicago native was shot and killed yesterday morning outside of a nightclub in Atlanta. It marks yet another death in the rap community. More specifically, another prominent face of the new generation of drill music gone to gun violence.

Just a week removed from his new project, Welcome To O-Block, Von was certainly coming into his own. Over the years, he’s stood alongside Durk, waiting for his turn to blow as his razor-sharp rhymes and vivid storytelling has continued to push drill music to new heights. “Crazy Story” served as one of those first glimpses into his potential. Spawning plenty of remixes, and two sequels, “Crazy Story” is a staple in Von’s catalog, one that showcased his ability to paint pictures with sinister drill production as his canvas.

King Von – Crazy Story (prod. Mac Fly)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
And I’ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk (Bow)
I’ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on
I said I’ma let that⁠—
Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)

[Verse]
Got a drop on this flexin’ nigga, he from Tennessee
I had a thot, she be with the shit, she told me where he be
I said for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat
She like, “Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek”
I’m like, “Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want, some shoes?”
“Jimmy Choo? With a handbag, too? Red or baby blue?”
She get to smilin’, she ain’t used to this ’cause she ain’t used to shit
I’m just laughin’, coulda been a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speedin’, coulda been a driver the way I push the whip
You a ho, coulda been a bitch the way you throw a fit
But fuck that, right back to the script ’cause this a major lick
He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist
Now it’s like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in The Wic
But he ain’t go, but he ain’t that slow, say meet ’em at the store
I’m like cool, let ’em front his move, do what he gon’ do
‘Cause this the plot, put ’em in the pot, let it cook like stew
I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new
We at the top, yeah we lost a lot​, but that just how it go
But check the score, if y’all lose one more, that’s 6-24
Let me focus, can’t be zoning out, he pullin’ up now
He double parked, he ain’t getting out, he in that push to start
That new Porsche, it’s built like a horse, colors like the fourth
He got a ring, I guess he ain’t divorced, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she struttin’ her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin’ her butt
Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire
Block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers
I’m on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon’ beat her ass
But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin’
I was lacking, ’cause there go the opps, yellin’ out, “What’s crackin’?”
I’m like, “What?” I’m like, “Nigga who?” I was born to shoot
I got aim, I’m like Johnny Dang when it comes​ to chains
So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie
Bitch it’s do or die, you said you gon’ slide
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd

[Outro]
Bitch we not from 63rd
Bitch that’s gang, put in work