paroles de chanson CRAZY STORY - M2!

(I'm ready, I'm ready, punch me in, punch me in, you heard?)
(say that)
Almost reaching 12, I was bout to call this shit a day
I got a tip, they finna spin, and I'm like, it's no way

So I call bro who in the trap to grab the fuckin' K
I gotta pack them boys with lead it's like the choppa laced
But I'ma tell you how it started, I was on the block
Always walkin' with a limp, I keep my fuckin' knock

Still servin' fiends, I had a nigga tryna buy a rock
He was tryna scam for 50, told him, give me all you got
I took his merch and then I told him, bitch, go take a hike
Pulled out the knocks never on safe, was bout to take a life

This nigga ran, to be honest, this shit wasn't right
But I ain't trip', know he ain't stupid, he ain't tryna fight
It was bout 10 and I think niggas was just throwin' dice
This lil youngin I ain't know, rode past us on a bike

But I ain't trip', I thought that everything was still alright
I had this feelin' in my head, but it was outta sight
This lil' benz been round the block can tell that Issa rental
Still on the block, it's bout 11, I ain't givin' mental

Spent one more time, I got suspicious, hand right on my metal
The way I shoot, call me a vet with all them fuckin' medals
So like I said, I call my bro who grab the fuckin' K
I gotta flock, cause I told moms that I won't die today

The car done stopped right down the block, the driver window down
I take my spot, gon' be a war zone, n i don't play around
Two niggas hop out and them niggas got big fuckin' chops
And mind you, bruh, like all this shit about a fuckin' rock

But I don't care what size they is, my trust inside my Glock
I'm comin' home, so I ain't scared to let this bitty flock
And they shoot first, my man got hit, so I start shootin' back
And I hit one, he do a flip, this shit hit like a Mac

So we 1-0 I got four left, that's five all in my pack
I let off four and now this fight a motherfuckin' wrap
Me and gang back in the spot, we cookin' up the sauce
A D1 trapper, might just turn into Rick fuckin' Ross

A D1 packer, when I shoot, ain't showin' no remorse
A D1 rapper, when I spit, it got him wantin' more