Chords for King Von's Verse on "Crazy Story" | Check The Rhyme
Tempo:
78.75 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Bm
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
All right, come on.
All right.
All right.
Come [E] on. Come on.
Got to [Em] drop.
Phone is flexing, nigga.
He from Tennessee.
I had a thought.
She be with this shit.
She told me where he be.
I say for sure.
Baby, let me know if you want to eat.
She like, Vaughn, 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 smile.
She ain't used to this, because she ain't used to shit.
I'm just laughing.
Could have been a pimp.
The way I move my lips.
I be speeding.
Could have been a driver.
The way I push the wheel.
You a hoe.
Could have been a bitch.
The way you throw a fist.
But fuck that.
Right back to the script, because this a major lick.
He got brick.
Puss his neck in ice.
And it matches Rick.
Now it's like six.
Told her, hit his phone.
Meet her in a week.
But he ain't go.
But he ain't that slow.
Say, meet him at the store.
I'm like, cool.
Let him find his move.
Do what he going to do, because this the plot.
Put him in a pot.
Let it cook like stew.
I grab my Glock.
It been through a lot.
But it's this shoe like new.
We at the top.
Yeah, we lost a lot.
But that's just how it go.
But check the scope.
If y'all lose one more, that's six to 24.
Let me focus.
Can't be zoning out.
[Bm] He pulling up now.
He double [Em] popped.
He ain't getting out.
He in that push and stop.
That new Porsche.
It's built like a horse.
Colors like a fork.
He got a ring.
I guess he ain't divorced.
White probably a whore.
Now she woke up.
She strutting her stuff.
[Bm] This bitch thick as fuck.
Got in the [Em] truck.
Kissed him on his lip.
He cupping up.
But now I sneak up.
Crouching like a tiger.
Lights loop off the wire.
The block on fire.
So I take precaution.
Mask on Michael Myers.
I'm on his ass.
He finna be mad.
[Bm] He gon' be the ass.
But this what [Em] happened.
I got to the door.
I thought I was capping.
I was lacking.
Cut that go to up.
Yelling out what's cracking.
I'm like what?
I'm like nigga who?
I was born to shoot.
I got aim.
I'm like Johnny Dang.
When it come to change.
So I ride.
Hit one in his arm.
Hit one in his thigh.
There's no lie.
Bitch, you would die.
You say you gon' slack.
You got some nerve.
Your shit on the curb.
Boy, we put in work from 64.
And from 65th, we not from 63rd.
And from 65th, we not from 63rd.
All right.
All right.
Come [E] on. Come on.
Got to [Em] drop.
Phone is flexing, nigga.
He from Tennessee.
I had a thought.
She be with this shit.
She told me where he be.
I say for sure.
Baby, let me know if you want to eat.
She like, Vaughn, 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 smile.
She ain't used to this, because she ain't used to shit.
I'm just laughing.
Could have been a pimp.
The way I move my lips.
I be speeding.
Could have been a driver.
The way I push the wheel.
You a hoe.
Could have been a bitch.
The way you throw a fist.
But fuck that.
Right back to the script, because this a major lick.
He got brick.
Puss his neck in ice.
And it matches Rick.
Now it's like six.
Told her, hit his phone.
Meet her in a week.
But he ain't go.
But he ain't that slow.
Say, meet him at the store.
I'm like, cool.
Let him find his move.
Do what he going to do, because this the plot.
Put him in a pot.
Let it cook like stew.
I grab my Glock.
It been through a lot.
But it's this shoe like new.
We at the top.
Yeah, we lost a lot.
But that's just how it go.
But check the scope.
If y'all lose one more, that's six to 24.
Let me focus.
Can't be zoning out.
[Bm] He pulling up now.
He double [Em] popped.
He ain't getting out.
He in that push and stop.
That new Porsche.
It's built like a horse.
Colors like a fork.
He got a ring.
I guess he ain't divorced.
White probably a whore.
Now she woke up.
She strutting her stuff.
[Bm] This bitch thick as fuck.
Got in the [Em] truck.
Kissed him on his lip.
He cupping up.
But now I sneak up.
Crouching like a tiger.
Lights loop off the wire.
The block on fire.
So I take precaution.
Mask on Michael Myers.
I'm on his ass.
He finna be mad.
[Bm] He gon' be the ass.
But this what [Em] happened.
I got to the door.
I thought I was capping.
I was lacking.
Cut that go to up.
Yelling out what's cracking.
I'm like what?
I'm like nigga who?
I was born to shoot.
I got aim.
I'm like Johnny Dang.
When it come to change.
So I ride.
Hit one in his arm.
Hit one in his thigh.
There's no lie.
Bitch, you would die.
You say you gon' slack.
You got some nerve.
Your shit on the curb.
Boy, we put in work from 64.
And from 65th, we not from 63rd.
And from 65th, we not from 63rd.
Key:
Em
Bm
E
Em
Bm
E
Em
Bm
All right, come on.
All right.
All right.
Come [E] on. Come on.
Got to [Em] drop.
Phone is flexing, nigga.
He from Tennessee.
I had a thought.
She be with this shit.
She told me where he be.
I say for sure.
Baby, let me know if you want to eat.
She like, Vaughn, 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 smile.
She ain't used to this, because she ain't used to shit.
I'm just laughing.
Could have been a pimp.
The way I move my lips.
I be speeding.
Could have been a driver.
The way I push the wheel.
You a hoe.
Could have been a bitch.
The way you throw a fist.
But fuck that.
Right back to the script, because this a major lick.
He got brick.
Puss his neck in ice.
And it matches Rick.
Now it's like six.
Told her, hit his phone.
Meet her in a week.
But he ain't go.
But he ain't that slow.
Say, meet him at the store.
I'm like, cool.
Let him find his move.
Do what he going to do, because this the plot.
Put him in a pot.
Let it cook like stew.
I grab my Glock.
It been through a lot.
But it's this shoe like new.
We at the top.
Yeah, we lost a lot.
But that's just how it go.
But check the scope.
If y'all lose one more, that's six to 24.
Let me focus.
Can't be zoning out.
[Bm] He pulling up now.
He double [Em] popped.
He ain't getting out.
He in that push and stop.
That new Porsche.
It's built like a horse.
Colors like a fork.
He got a ring.
I guess he ain't divorced.
White probably a whore.
Now she woke up.
She strutting her stuff.
[Bm] This bitch thick as fuck.
Got in the [Em] truck.
Kissed him on his lip.
He cupping up.
But now I sneak up.
Crouching like a tiger.
Lights loop off the wire.
The block on fire.
So I take precaution.
Mask on Michael Myers.
I'm on his ass.
He finna be mad.
[Bm] He gon' be the ass.
But this what [Em] happened.
I got to the door.
I thought I was capping.
I was lacking.
Cut that go to up.
Yelling out what's cracking.
I'm like what?
I'm like nigga who?
I was born to shoot.
I got aim.
I'm like Johnny Dang.
When it come to change.
So I ride.
Hit one in his arm.
Hit one in his thigh.
There's no lie.
Bitch, you would die.
You say you gon' slack.
You got some nerve.
Your shit on the curb.
Boy, we put in work from 64.
And from 65th, we not from 63rd.
And from 65th, we not from 63rd. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
All right.
All right.
Come [E] on. Come on.
Got to [Em] drop.
Phone is flexing, nigga.
He from Tennessee.
I had a thought.
She be with this shit.
She told me where he be.
I say for sure.
Baby, let me know if you want to eat.
She like, Vaughn, 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 smile.
She ain't used to this, because she ain't used to shit.
I'm just laughing.
Could have been a pimp.
The way I move my lips.
I be speeding.
Could have been a driver.
The way I push the wheel.
You a hoe.
Could have been a bitch.
The way you throw a fist.
But fuck that.
Right back to the script, because this a major lick.
He got brick.
Puss his neck in ice.
And it matches Rick.
Now it's like six.
Told her, hit his phone.
Meet her in a week.
But he ain't go.
But he ain't that slow.
Say, meet him at the store.
I'm like, cool.
Let him find his move.
Do what he going to do, because this the plot.
Put him in a pot.
Let it cook like stew.
I grab my Glock.
It been through a lot.
But it's this shoe like new.
We at the top.
Yeah, we lost a lot.
But that's just how it go.
But check the scope.
If y'all lose one more, that's six to 24.
Let me focus.
Can't be zoning out.
[Bm] He pulling up now.
He double [Em] popped.
He ain't getting out.
He in that push and stop.
That new Porsche.
It's built like a horse.
Colors like a fork.
He got a ring.
I guess he ain't divorced.
White probably a whore.
Now she woke up.
She strutting her stuff.
[Bm] This bitch thick as fuck.
Got in the [Em] truck.
Kissed him on his lip.
He cupping up.
But now I sneak up.
Crouching like a tiger.
Lights loop off the wire.
The block on fire.
So I take precaution.
Mask on Michael Myers.
I'm on his ass.
He finna be mad.
[Bm] He gon' be the ass.
But this what [Em] happened.
I got to the door.
I thought I was capping.
I was lacking.
Cut that go to up.
Yelling out what's cracking.
I'm like what?
I'm like nigga who?
I was born to shoot.
I got aim.
I'm like Johnny Dang.
When it come to change.
So I ride.
Hit one in his arm.
Hit one in his thigh.
There's no lie.
Bitch, you would die.
You say you gon' slack.
You got some nerve.
Your shit on the curb.
Boy, we put in work from 64.
And from 65th, we not from 63rd.
And from 65th, we not from 63rd. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _