Lil Durk - Crazy Story 2.0 Lyrics (2024)

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And I'ma let that MAC fly just like my nigg* Durk (Bow)I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold onI said I'ma let itAlright, come on, aight(Von, von)Got a drop on this flexin' nigg*, he from TennesseeI had a thot, she be with the sh*ts, she told me where he beI say, "For sure, baby let me know, if you wanna eat"She like "Von, you already know, just put 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 smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to sh*tI'm just laughing, could have been a pimp the way I move my lipsI be speeding, could have been a driver the way I push the whipYou a hoe, could have been a bitch the way you throw a fitBut f*ck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lickHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wristNow it's like 6, told her hit his phoneMeet her in the Wic, but he ain't goBut he ain't that slow, said meet him at the storeI'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stewI grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like newWe at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that's just how goBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6 to 24Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up nowHe double parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push-to-startThat new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the forkHe got a ring, I guess he in divorce, wife probably a whor*Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as f*ckGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' that buttNow I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, like Snoop off the WireThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael MyersI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her assBut this what happenedI got to the door, I thought I was cappin'I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out "What's crackin?"I'm like, what? I'm like nigg*, who? I was born to shootI got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chainsSo I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thighThis no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?You got some nerve, yo' sh*t on the curb, boy we put in workFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rdI got a drop on a rappin' nigg*, I be from the 'RaqI'm like, cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a packYou see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MACYeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo' backBut f*ck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to dieSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine, ain't no point in tryingThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in slidingThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outsideHit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lickWe need tape, we need rope and foams, don't forget the blicksHe like, "Cool, how that nigg* look?" I pull up some flicksHe like, "Damn, I think I know the nigg*" He cool with his bitchWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lotGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his carHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesseI'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 drums to his chestBoom boom boom!Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)(Dress game, put in work, aye, aye, aye)

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