Crazy Story, Pt. 3

Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this
 Huh, what?
 DJ on the beat so it's a banger
 Now here it go
 I just made it home, missed calls on my phone
 See, I been gone, was tryna hit a lick but that shit just went wrong
 I got a thot, she right off the block, her crib be the spot
 And we got Glocks, tucked all in the shit, don't come unless you knock
 But this bitch grimy, told her 'bout this nigga, helped me set him up
 And she was with it, she just want some shoes and she ain't give no fucks
 So we do that, I was at his neck, creepin' from the back
 But saw the opps and had to let 'em have it, how fucked up is that?
 But where that bitch? She ain't called me yet, we did that at six
 And who got hit? I know someone, check 'cause King Von, he don't miss
 Now two weeks pass, I'm back on my grind, I can't waste no time
 The opps been quiet, they be whoopin', though, but them niggas not slidin'
 And I been high, I can't even lie, that thot been on my mind
 Why she ain't called? I ain't seen her ass, I hope that she a'ight
 Now it's midnight, I'm hittin' some blocks, just me and my Glock
 Came to a stop
 I'm at a red light, I usually don't stop
 My phone keep ringing, just a hoe, of course, this bitch prolly bored
 I press ignore, I ain't got no time, a whore gon' be a whore
 Now I get that feelin', something ain't right, I look to my right
 And I'm like, damn, there go that flexing nigga, he wavin' his pipe
 He get to dumpin'
 Bullets get to coming, my heart get to thumbin'
 I feel something, my left shoulder hot, blood just get to gushing
 I'm like shit, ain't this 'bout a bitch?
 And he with that bitch, I got a glimpse
 She got them big lips that's made for sucking dick
 Now it makes sense
 That hoe set me up, that lil' dirty slut
 The double cross, tryna get me caught like I'm Randy Moss
 Ah, shit, I just dropped my gun, plus I got one arm
 I'm tryna drive, I can't shoot back now, this man on my ass
 I almost crashed but I got the wheel, he tryna kill for real
 But there go 12, he bust a quick right and I bust a quick left
 Aw, shit
 What the fuck, gang, you good?
 Damn, my shoulder
 You know this bitch be fuckin' with me, gang
 Damn, man, finish tellin' me about that shit that
 Was crackin' off last week with them niggas and shit
 Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, look
 Now this what happened
 A week later, my arm in a sling, I been sippin' lean
 Pure codeine, I don't feel a thing, my hoe say I'm mean
 I need a blunt, stuff that bitch with Runts, boy, I'm on a hunt
 And ain't no breakfast, but I'm a box a nigga, like some Cap'n Crunch
 I got a tip that, that thot bitch be on 75th
 Right off Cottage with her best friend, gettin' her hair did
 I'm like cool, finna make my move, post up what I do
 This bitch a fool for tryna play me out like this shit was cool
 Now it's like two, catch her walkin' out, her new hairstyle blue
 And she look cute but that mean shit to me, I crept up then I boomed
 And that was that, now I'm running back, I stop in my tracks
 There go that Porsche, how crazy is that? Boy, I'm on his ass
 The first blast, it shatter his glass, damn, this nigga fast
 He hit the gas, I'm still shootin' at him, but I'm too far back
 Damn, I'm hyped, let me tuck this pipe, get up out of sight
 'Cause I see lights and them bitches bright, can't go to jail for life
 So I take flight made it to the hood, everything went good
 Knock on wood, flame me up a 'Wood, Tooka smellin' good
 Looked at my phone got a text from Herb, he say, "What's the word?"
 I say, shit, I'm just coolin', bitch, I'm not from 63rd
 Bitch we not from 63rd
 Stretch gang put in work