[{"id":6963010,"name":"Crazy Story (Remix)","trackName":"Crazy Story (Remix)","artistName":"King Von","albumName":"Crazy Story (Remix)","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\nI'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\nI said I'ma let that—\nAlright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n\nGot a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\nI had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\nI say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\nShe like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n\nI'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n\"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\nShe get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\nI'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n\nI be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\nYou a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\nBut fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\nHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n\nNow it's like six, told her hit his phone\nMeet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\nBut he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\nI'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n\nI grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\nWe at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\nBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\nLet me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n\nHe double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\nThat new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\nHe got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\nNow she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n\nGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\nNow I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\nThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\nI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n\nBut this what happened\nI got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\nI was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\nI'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\nI got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n\nSo I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\nThis no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\nYou got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\nFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\nI got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\nI'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\nYou see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\nYeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n\nBut fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\nAin't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\nHit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\nBoom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nStretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n[00:03.76] I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n[00:06.70] I said I'ma let that—\n[00:07.99] Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n[00:11.26] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.78] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:17.68] I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:21.02] She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n[00:23.92] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n[00:27.07] \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[00:29.86] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[00:33.45] I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:36.16] I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:38.92] You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.06] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.28] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[00:48.36] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n[00:50.25] Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n[00:52.23] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[00:54.34] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.30] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.68] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:04.04] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n[01:06.69] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n[01:10.03] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:12.98] He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:15.82] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:18.66] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n[01:21.85] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:25.06] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n[01:28.02] Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n[01:31.25] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[01:34.13] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.12] But this what happened\n[01:38.44] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.30] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n[01:43.30] I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n[01:46.71] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:49.72] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[01:52.73] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[01:55.69] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.78] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:02.07] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:05.05] I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n[02:08.00] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[02:11.13] Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n[02:14.04] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[02:17.36] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n[02:19.29] Ain't no point in trying\n[02:20.38] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[02:23.10] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[02:26.19] Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[02:29.06] We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n[02:32.15] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[02:35.49] He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n[02:38.49] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[02:41.34] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[02:44.50] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[02:47.26] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n[02:50.69] Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:52.47] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:54.89] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:57.94] Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:01.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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Quickest way to die\n  Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n  Ain't no point in trying\n  They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\n  Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\n  We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n"},{"id":12933635,"name":"Crazy Story (Remix)","trackName":"Crazy Story (Remix)","artistName":"King Von","albumName":"Crazy Story (Remix) - Single","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\nI'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\nI said I'ma let that—\nAlright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n\nGot a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\nI had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\nI say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\nShe like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n\nI'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n\"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\nShe get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\nI'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n\nI be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\nYou a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\nBut fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\nHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n\nNow it's like six, told her hit his phone\nMeet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\nBut he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\nI'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n\nI grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\nWe at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\nBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\nLet me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n\nHe double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\nThat new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\nHe got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\nNow she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n\nGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\nNow I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\nThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\nI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n\nBut this what happened\nI got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\nI was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\nI'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\nI got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n\nSo I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\nThis no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\nYou got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\nFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\nI got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\nI'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\nYou see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\nYeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n\nBut fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\nAin't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\nHit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\nBoom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nStretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n[00:03.76] I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n[00:06.70] I said I'ma let that—\n[00:07.99] Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n[00:11.26] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.78] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:17.68] I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:21.02] She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n[00:23.92] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n[00:27.07] \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[00:29.86] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[00:33.45] I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:36.16] I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:38.92] You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.06] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.28] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[00:48.36] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n[00:50.25] Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n[00:52.23] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[00:54.34] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.30] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.68] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:04.04] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n[01:06.69] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n[01:10.03] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:12.98] He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:15.82] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:18.66] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n[01:21.85] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:25.06] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n[01:28.02] Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n[01:31.25] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[01:34.13] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.12] But this what happened\n[01:38.44] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.30] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n[01:43.30] I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n[01:46.71] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:49.72] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[01:52.73] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[01:55.69] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.78] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:02.07] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:05.05] I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n[02:08.00] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[02:11.13] Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n[02:14.04] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[02:17.36] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n[02:19.29] Ain't no point in trying\n[02:20.38] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[02:23.10] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[02:26.19] Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[02:29.06] We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n[02:32.15] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[02:35.49] He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n[02:38.49] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[02:41.34] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[02:44.50] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[02:47.26] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n[02:50.69] Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:52.47] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:54.89] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:57.94] Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:01.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crazy Story (Remix)\n  artist: King Von\n  album: Crazy Story (Remix) - 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Quickest way to die\n  Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n  Ain't no point in trying\n  They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\n  Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\n  We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n"},{"id":35202173,"name":"Crazy Story","trackName":"Crazy Story","artistName":"King Von","albumName":"Crazy Story (Remix)","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe\nI'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on\nI said, I'ma let that\nA'ight come on, a'ight\n(Von, Von)\nGot a drop on this flexing nigga, he from Tennessee\nI had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be\nI said for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\nShe like Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek\nI'm like cool, I can do that boo\nWhat you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo\nWith a handbag too, red or baby blue?\nShe gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit\nI'm just laughing could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\nI be speeding could've been a driver the way I push the whip\nYou a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit\nBut fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\nHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy, and it match his wrist\nNow it's like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic\nBut he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store\nI'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do\n'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew\nI grab my Glock, it been thru a lot, but it still shoot like new\nWe at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that just how it go\nBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four\nLet me focus, can't be zoning out, he pullin' up now\nHe double park, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\nThat new Porsche is built like a horse, colors like the 'fo\nHe got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore\nNow she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\nGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt\nNow I sneak up crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off the wire\nThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myer\nI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\nBut this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\nI was lacking 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out what's crackin'\nI'm like what? I'm like nigga who? I was born to shoot\nI got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains\nSo I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie\nBitches do or die, you said you gon' slide\nYou got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work\nFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\nBitch, we not from 63rd\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.16] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe\n[00:03.60] I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on\n[00:06.57] I said, I'ma let that\n[00:08.03] A'ight come on, a'ight\n[00:08.80] (Von, Von)\n[00:11.77] Got a drop on this flexing nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.65] I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:17.63] I said for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:20.80] She like Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek\n[00:24.15] I'm like cool, I can do that boo\n[00:25.91] What you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo\n[00:27.87] With a handbag too, red or baby blue?\n[00:29.91] She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit\n[00:33.16] I'm just laughing could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:36.08] I be speeding could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:39.19] You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.47] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.20] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy, and it match his wrist\n[00:48.33] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic\n[00:51.31] But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store\n[00:54.41] I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.38] 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.50] I grab my Glock, it been thru a lot, but it still shoot like new\n[01:03.55] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that just how it go\n[01:06.55] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four\n[01:09.96] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pullin' up now\n[01:12.86] He double park, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:15.88] That new Porsche is built like a horse, colors like the 'fo\n[01:19.02] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore\n[01:21.92] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:25.13] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt\n[01:28.18] Now I sneak up crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off the wire\n[01:30.93] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myer\n[01:34.10] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.02] But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.33] I was lacking 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out what's crackin'\n[01:43.38] I'm like what? I'm like nigga who? I was born to shoot\n[01:46.57] I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:49.35] So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie\n[01:53.49] Bitches do or die, you said you gon' slide\n[01:55.73] You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.67] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:03.57] Bitch, we not from 63rd\n[02:05.37] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crazy Story\n  artist: King Von\n  album: Crazy Story (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe\n  start_ms: 160\n  end_ms: 3600\n- text: I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on\n  start_ms: 3600\n  end_ms: 6570\n- text: I said, I'ma let that\n  start_ms: 6570\n  end_ms: 8030\n- text: A'ight come on, a'ight\n  start_ms: 8030\n  end_ms: 8800\n- text: (Von, Von)\n  start_ms: 8800\n  end_ms: 11770\n- text: Got a drop on this flexing nigga, he from Tennessee\n  start_ms: 11770\n  end_ms: 14650\n- text: I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n  start_ms: 14650\n  end_ms: 17630\n- text: I said for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n  start_ms: 17630\n  end_ms: 20800\n- text: She like Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek\n  start_ms: 20800\n  end_ms: 24150\n- text: I'm like cool, I can do that boo\n  start_ms: 24150\n  end_ms: 25910\n- text: What you want some shoes? 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I was born to shoot\n  start_ms: 103380\n  end_ms: 106570\n- text: I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains\n  start_ms: 106570\n  end_ms: 109350\n- text: So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie\n  start_ms: 109350\n  end_ms: 113490\n- text: Bitches do or die, you said you gon' slide\n  start_ms: 113490\n  end_ms: 115730\n- text: You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n  start_ms: 115730\n  end_ms: 118670\n- text: From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n  start_ms: 118670\n  end_ms: 123570\n- text: Bitch, we not from 63rd\n  start_ms: 123570\n  end_ms: 125370\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 125370\nplain: |\n  Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe\n  I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on\n  I said, I'ma let that\n  A'ight come on, a'ight\n  (Von, Von)\n  Got a drop on this flexing nigga, he from Tennessee\n  I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n  I said for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n  She like Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek\n  I'm like cool, I can do that boo\n  What you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo\n  With a handbag too, red or baby blue?\n  She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit\n  I'm just laughing could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n  I be speeding could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n  You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit\n  But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n  He got bricks, plus his neck is icy, and it match his wrist\n  Now it's like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic\n  But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store\n  I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do\n  'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew\n  I grab my Glock, it been thru a lot, but it still shoot like new\n  We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that just how it go\n  But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four\n  Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pullin' up now\n  He double park, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n  That new Porsche is built like a horse, colors like the 'fo\n  He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore\n  Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n  Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt\n  Now I sneak up crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off the wire\n  The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myer\n  I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n  But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n  I was lacking 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out what's crackin'\n  I'm like what? I'm like nigga who? I was born to shoot\n  I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains\n  So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie\n  Bitches do or die, you said you gon' slide\n  You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n  From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n  Bitch, we not from 63rd\n"},{"id":7181027,"name":"King Von - Crazy Story (REMIX) ft. Lil Durk (Official Video)","trackName":"King Von - Crazy Story (REMIX) ft. Lil Durk (Official Video)","artistName":"King Von","albumName":"King Von","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\nI'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\nI said I'ma let that—\nAlright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n\nGot a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\nI had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\nI say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\nShe like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n\nI'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n\"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\nShe get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\nI'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n\nI be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\nYou a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\nBut fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\nHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n\nNow it's like six, told her hit his phone\nMeet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\nBut he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\nI'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n\nI grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\nWe at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\nBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\nLet me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n\nHe double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\nThat new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\nHe got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\nNow she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n\nGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\nNow I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\nThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\nI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n\nBut this what happened\nI got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\nI was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\nI'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\nI got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n\nSo I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\nThis no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\nYou got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\nFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\nI got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\nI'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\nYou see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\nYeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n\nBut fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\nAin't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\nHit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\nBoom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nStretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:40.07] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n[00:42.48] I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n[00:45.33] I said I'ma let that—\n[00:47.23] Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n[00:50.28] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:53.16] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:56.12] I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:59.47] She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n[01:02.62] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n[01:05.56] \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[01:08.80] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[01:12.08] I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[01:14.93] I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[01:18.06] You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[01:21.26] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[01:24.11] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[01:27.29] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n[01:29.23] Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n[01:30.92] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[01:33.07] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[01:36.52] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:39.43] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:42.54] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n[01:45.73] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n[01:49.09] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:51.99] He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:55.09] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:58.06] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n[02:00.66] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[02:03.73] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n[02:07.04] Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n[02:09.95] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[02:13.12] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[02:15.87] But this what happened\n[02:16.88] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[02:18.90] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n[02:21.84] I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n[02:25.10] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[02:28.17] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[02:31.46] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[02:34.47] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[02:36.97] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:53.73] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:56.90] I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n[03:00.03] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[03:03.20] Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n[03:06.12] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[03:09.23] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n[03:11.14] Ain't no point in trying\n[03:12.24] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[03:15.31] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[03:18.36] Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[03:21.68] We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n[03:24.46] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[03:27.59] He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n[03:30.57] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[03:33.65] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[03:37.38] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[03:40.64] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n[03:43.22] Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:44.92] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:47.98] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:50.87] Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:53.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: King Von - Crazy Story (REMIX) ft. 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Quickest way to die\n  start_ms: 186120\n  end_ms: 189230\n- text: Snatch who chain? Off who neck? 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Quickest way to die\n  Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n  Ain't no point in trying\n  They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\n  Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\n  We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n"},{"id":8126463,"name":"Crazy Story (Remix) (feat. Lil Durk)","trackName":"Crazy Story (Remix) (feat. Lil Durk)","artistName":"King Von","albumName":"Crazy Story (Remix)","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\nI'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\nI said I'ma let that—\nAlright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n\nGot a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\nI had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\nI say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\nShe like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n\nI'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n\"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\nShe get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\nI'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n\nI be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\nYou a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\nBut fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\nHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n\nNow it's like six, told her hit his phone\nMeet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\nBut he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\nI'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n\nI grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\nWe at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\nBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\nLet me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n\nHe double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\nThat new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\nHe got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\nNow she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n\nGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\nNow I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\nThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\nI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n\nBut this what happened\nI got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\nI was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\nI'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\nI got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n\nSo I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\nThis no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\nYou got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\nFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\nI got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\nI'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\nYou see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\nYeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n\nBut fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\nAin't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\nHit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\nBoom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nStretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n[00:03.76] I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n[00:06.70] I said I'ma let that—\n[00:07.99] Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n[00:11.26] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.78] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:17.68] I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:21.02] She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n[00:23.92] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n[00:27.07] \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[00:29.86] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[00:33.45] I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:36.16] I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:38.92] You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.06] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.28] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[00:48.36] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n[00:50.25] Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n[00:52.23] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[00:54.34] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.30] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.68] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:04.04] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n[01:06.69] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n[01:10.03] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:12.98] He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:15.82] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:18.66] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n[01:21.85] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:25.06] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n[01:28.02] Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n[01:31.25] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[01:34.13] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.12] But this what happened\n[01:38.44] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.30] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n[01:43.30] I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n[01:46.71] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:49.72] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[01:52.73] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[01:55.69] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.78] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:02.07] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:05.05] I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n[02:08.00] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[02:11.13] Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n[02:14.04] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[02:17.36] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n[02:19.29] Ain't no point in trying\n[02:20.38] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[02:23.10] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[02:26.19] Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[02:29.06] We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n[02:32.15] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[02:35.49] He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n[02:38.49] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[02:41.34] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[02:44.50] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[02:47.26] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n[02:50.69] Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:52.47] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:54.89] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:57.94] Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:01.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crazy Story (Remix) (feat. 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Quickest way to die\n  Snatch who chain? Off who neck? 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Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\nAin't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\nHit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\nBoom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nStretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n[00:03.76] I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n[00:06.70] I said I'ma let that—\n[00:07.99] Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n[00:11.26] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.78] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:17.68] I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:21.02] She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n[00:23.92] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n[00:27.07] \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[00:29.86] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[00:33.45] I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:36.16] I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:38.92] You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.06] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.28] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[00:48.36] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n[00:50.25] Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n[00:52.23] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[00:54.34] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.30] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.68] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:04.04] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n[01:06.69] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n[01:10.03] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:12.98] He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:15.82] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:18.66] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n[01:21.85] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:25.06] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n[01:28.02] Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n[01:31.25] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[01:34.13] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.12] But this what happened\n[01:38.44] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.30] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n[01:43.30] I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n[01:46.71] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:49.72] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[01:52.73] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[01:55.69] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.78] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:02.07] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:05.05] I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n[02:08.00] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[02:11.13] Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n[02:14.04] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[02:17.36] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n[02:19.29] Ain't no point in trying\n[02:20.38] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[02:23.10] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[02:26.19] Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[02:29.06] We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n[02:32.15] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[02:35.49] He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n[02:38.49] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[02:41.34] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[02:44.50] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[02:47.26] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n[02:50.69] Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:52.47] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:54.89] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:57.94] Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:01.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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end_ms: 27070\n- text: '\"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"'\n  start_ms: 27070\n  end_ms: 29860\n- text: She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n  start_ms: 29860\n  end_ms: 33450\n- text: I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n  start_ms: 33450\n  end_ms: 36160\n- text: I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n  start_ms: 36160\n  end_ms: 38920\n- text: You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n  start_ms: 38920\n  end_ms: 42060\n- text: But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n  start_ms: 42060\n  end_ms: 45280\n- text: He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n  start_ms: 45280\n  end_ms: 48360\n- text: Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n  start_ms: 48360\n  end_ms: 50250\n- text: Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n  start_ms: 50250\n  end_ms: 52230\n- text: But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n  start_ms: 52230\n  end_ms: 54340\n- text: I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n  start_ms: 54340\n  end_ms: 57300\n- text: '''Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew'\n  start_ms: 57300\n  end_ms: 60680\n- text: I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n  start_ms: 60680\n  end_ms: 64040\n- text: We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n  start_ms: 64040\n  end_ms: 66690\n- text: But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n  start_ms: 66690\n  end_ms: 70030\n- text: Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n  start_ms: 70030\n  end_ms: 72980\n- text: He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n  start_ms: 72980\n  end_ms: 75820\n- text: That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n  start_ms: 75820\n  end_ms: 78660\n- text: He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n  start_ms: 78660\n  end_ms: 81850\n- text: Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n  start_ms: 81850\n  end_ms: 85060\n- text: Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n  start_ms: 85060\n  end_ms: 88020\n- text: Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n  start_ms: 88020\n  end_ms: 91250\n- text: The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n  start_ms: 91250\n  end_ms: 94130\n- text: I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n  start_ms: 94130\n  end_ms: 97120\n- text: But this what happened\n  start_ms: 97120\n  end_ms: 98440\n- text: I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n  start_ms: 98440\n  end_ms: 100300\n- text: I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n  start_ms: 100300\n  end_ms: 103300\n- text: I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n  start_ms: 103300\n  end_ms: 106710\n- text: I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n  start_ms: 106710\n  end_ms: 109720\n- text: So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n  start_ms: 109720\n  end_ms: 112730\n- text: This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n  start_ms: 112730\n  end_ms: 115690\n- text: You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n  start_ms: 115690\n  end_ms: 118780\n- text: From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n  start_ms: 118780\n  end_ms: 122070\n- text: I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n  start_ms: 122070\n  end_ms: 125050\n- text: I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n  start_ms: 125050\n  end_ms: 128000\n- text: You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n  start_ms: 128000\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 134040\n- text: But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n  start_ms: 134040\n  end_ms: 137360\n- text: Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n  start_ms: 137360\n  end_ms: 139290\n- text: Ain't no point in trying\n  start_ms: 139290\n  end_ms: 140380\n- text: They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  start_ms: 140380\n  end_ms: 143100\n- text: They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n  start_ms: 143100\n  end_ms: 146190\n- text: Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  start_ms: 146190\n  end_ms: 149060\n- text: We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  start_ms: 149060\n  end_ms: 152150\n- text: He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  start_ms: 152150\n  end_ms: 155490\n- text: He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n  start_ms: 155490\n  end_ms: 158490\n- text: We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  start_ms: 158490\n  end_ms: 161340\n- text: Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  start_ms: 161340\n  end_ms: 164500\n- text: He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  start_ms: 164500\n  end_ms: 167260\n- text: I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  start_ms: 167260\n  end_ms: 170690\n- text: Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 170690\n  end_ms: 172470\n- text: Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 172470\n  end_ms: 174890\n- text: Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 174890\n  end_ms: 177940\n- text: Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 177940\n  end_ms: 181400\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 181400\nplain: |-\n  Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n  I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n  I said I'ma let that—\n  Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n\n  Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n  I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n  I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n  She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n\n  I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n  \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n  She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n  I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n\n  I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n  You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n  But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n  He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n\n  Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n  Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n  But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n  I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n  'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n\n  I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n  We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n  But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n  Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n\n  He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n  That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n  He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n  Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n\n  Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n  Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n  The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n  I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n\n  But this what happened\n  I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n  I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n  I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n  I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n\n  So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n  This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n  You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n  From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\n  I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n  I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n  You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n  Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n\n  But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n  Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n  Ain't no point in trying\n  They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\n  Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\n  We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n"},{"id":10238252,"name":"Crazy Story (Remix) (met Lil Durk)","trackName":"Crazy Story (Remix) (met Lil Durk)","artistName":"King Von","albumName":"Crazy Story (Remix)","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\nI'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\nI said I'ma let that—\nAlright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n\nGot a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\nI had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\nI say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\nShe like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n\nI'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n\"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\nShe get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\nI'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n\nI be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\nYou a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\nBut fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\nHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n\nNow it's like six, told her hit his phone\nMeet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\nBut he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\nI'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n\nI grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\nWe at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\nBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\nLet me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n\nHe double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\nThat new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\nHe got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\nNow she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n\nGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\nNow I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\nThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\nI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n\nBut this what happened\nI got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\nI was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\nI'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\nI got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n\nSo I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\nThis no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\nYou got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\nFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\nI got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\nI'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\nYou see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\nYeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n\nBut fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\nAin't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\nHit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\nBoom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nStretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n[00:03.76] I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n[00:06.70] I said I'ma let that—\n[00:07.99] Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n[00:11.26] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.78] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:17.68] I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:21.02] She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n[00:23.92] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n[00:27.07] \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[00:29.86] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[00:33.45] I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:36.16] I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:38.92] You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.06] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.28] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[00:48.36] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n[00:50.25] Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n[00:52.23] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[00:54.34] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.30] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.68] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:04.04] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n[01:06.69] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n[01:10.03] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:12.98] He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:15.82] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:18.66] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n[01:21.85] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:25.06] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n[01:28.02] Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n[01:31.25] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[01:34.13] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.12] But this what happened\n[01:38.44] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.30] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n[01:43.30] I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n[01:46.71] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:49.72] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[01:52.73] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[01:55.69] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.78] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:02.07] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:05.05] I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n[02:08.00] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[02:11.13] Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n[02:14.04] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[02:17.36] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n[02:19.29] Ain't no point in trying\n[02:20.38] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[02:23.10] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[02:26.19] Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[02:29.06] We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n[02:32.15] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[02:35.49] He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n[02:38.49] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[02:41.34] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[02:44.50] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[02:47.26] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n[02:50.69] Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:52.47] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:54.89] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:57.94] Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:01.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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Quickest way to die\n  start_ms: 134040\n  end_ms: 137360\n- text: Snatch who chain? Off who neck? 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Quickest way to die\n  Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n  Ain't no point in trying\n  They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\n  Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\n  We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n"},{"id":12137429,"name":"Crazy Story (Remix) (con Lil Durk)","trackName":"Crazy Story (Remix) (con Lil Durk)","artistName":"King Von","albumName":"Crazy Story (Remix)","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\nI'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\nI said I'ma let that—\nAlright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n\nGot a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\nI had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\nI say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\nShe like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n\nI'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n\"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\nShe get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\nI'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n\nI be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\nYou a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\nBut fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\nHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n\nNow it's like six, told her hit his phone\nMeet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\nBut he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\nI'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n\nI grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\nWe at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\nBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\nLet me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n\nHe double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\nThat new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\nHe got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\nNow she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n\nGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\nNow I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\nThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\nI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n\nBut this what happened\nI got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\nI was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\nI'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\nI got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n\nSo I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\nThis no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\nYou got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\nFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\nI got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\nI'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\nYou see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\nYeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n\nBut fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\nAin't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\nHit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\nBoom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nStretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n[00:03.76] I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n[00:06.70] I said I'ma let that—\n[00:07.99] Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n[00:11.26] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.78] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:17.68] I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:21.02] She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n[00:23.92] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n[00:27.07] \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[00:29.86] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[00:33.45] I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:36.16] I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:38.92] You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.06] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.28] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[00:48.36] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n[00:50.25] Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n[00:52.23] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[00:54.34] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.30] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.68] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:04.04] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n[01:06.69] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n[01:10.03] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:12.98] He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:15.82] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:18.66] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n[01:21.85] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:25.06] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n[01:28.02] Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n[01:31.25] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[01:34.13] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.12] But this what happened\n[01:38.44] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.30] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n[01:43.30] I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n[01:46.71] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:49.72] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[01:52.73] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[01:55.69] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.78] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:02.07] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:05.05] I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n[02:08.00] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[02:11.13] Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n[02:14.04] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[02:17.36] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n[02:19.29] Ain't no point in trying\n[02:20.38] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[02:23.10] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[02:26.19] Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[02:29.06] We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n[02:32.15] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[02:35.49] He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n[02:38.49] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[02:41.34] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[02:44.50] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[02:47.26] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n[02:50.69] Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:52.47] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:54.89] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:57.94] Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:01.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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Quickest way to die\n  start_ms: 134040\n  end_ms: 137360\n- text: Snatch who chain? Off who neck? 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Quickest way to die\n  Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n  Ain't no point in trying\n  They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\n  Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\n  We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n"},{"id":30509476,"name":"Crazy Story (Remix)","trackName":"Crazy Story (Remix)","artistName":"King Von feat. Lil Durk","albumName":"Crazy Story (Remix)","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\nI'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\nI said I'ma let that—\nAlright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n\nGot a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\nI had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\nI say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\nShe like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n\nI'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n\"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\nShe get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\nI'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n\nI be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\nYou a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\nBut fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\nHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n\nNow it's like six, told her hit his phone\nMeet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\nBut he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\nI'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n\nI grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\nWe at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\nBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\nLet me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n\nHe double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\nThat new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\nHe got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\nNow she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n\nGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\nNow I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\nThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\nI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n\nBut this what happened\nI got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\nI was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\nI'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\nI got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n\nSo I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\nThis no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\nYou got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\nFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\nI got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\nI'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\nYou see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\nYeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n\nBut fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\nAin't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\nHit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\nBoom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nStretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.24] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n[00:03.78] I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n[00:06.74] I said I'ma let that—\n[00:07.91] Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n[00:11.27] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.72] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:17.63] I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:21.04] She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n[00:23.96] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n[00:27.07] \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[00:29.89] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[00:33.49] I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:36.12] I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:38.93] You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.08] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.28] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[00:48.30] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n[00:50.20] Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n[00:52.26] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[00:54.33] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.36] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.62] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:04.05] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n[01:06.65] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n[01:10.08] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:12.97] He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:15.87] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:18.67] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n[01:21.86] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:25.02] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n[01:28.01] Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n[01:31.25] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[01:34.14] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.18] But this what happened\n[01:38.45] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.39] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n[01:43.32] I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n[01:46.78] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:49.73] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[01:52.78] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[01:55.65] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.73] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:02.07] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:05.07] I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n[02:08.05] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[02:11.16] Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n[02:14.06] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[02:17.35] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n[02:19.26] Ain't no point in trying\n[02:20.32] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[02:23.19] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[02:26.13] Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[02:29.05] We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n[02:32.15] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[02:35.48] He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n[02:38.43] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[02:41.33] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[02:44.54] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[02:47.20] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n[02:50.68] Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:52.47] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:54.82] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:57.93] Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:01.42] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crazy Story (Remix)\n  artist: King Von feat. 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Quickest way to die\n  start_ms: 134060\n  end_ms: 137350\n- text: Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n  start_ms: 137350\n  end_ms: 139260\n- text: Ain't no point in trying\n  start_ms: 139260\n  end_ms: 140320\n- text: They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  start_ms: 140320\n  end_ms: 143190\n- text: They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n  start_ms: 143190\n  end_ms: 146130\n- text: Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  start_ms: 146130\n  end_ms: 149050\n- text: We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  start_ms: 149050\n  end_ms: 152150\n- text: He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  start_ms: 152150\n  end_ms: 155480\n- text: He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n  start_ms: 155480\n  end_ms: 158430\n- text: We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  start_ms: 158430\n  end_ms: 161330\n- text: Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  start_ms: 161330\n  end_ms: 164540\n- text: He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  start_ms: 164540\n  end_ms: 167200\n- text: I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  start_ms: 167200\n  end_ms: 170680\n- text: Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 170680\n  end_ms: 172470\n- text: Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 172470\n  end_ms: 174820\n- text: Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 174820\n  end_ms: 177930\n- text: Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 177930\n  end_ms: 181420\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 181420\nplain: |-\n  Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n  I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n  I said I'ma let that—\n  Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n\n  Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n  I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n  I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n  She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n\n  I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n  \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n  She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n  I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n\n  I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n  You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n  But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n  He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n\n  Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n  Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n  But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n  I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n  'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n\n  I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n  We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n  But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n  Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n\n  He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n  That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n  He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n  Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n\n  Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n  Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n  The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n  I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n\n  But this what happened\n  I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n  I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n  I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n  I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n\n  So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n  This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n  You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n  From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\n  I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n  I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n  You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n  Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n\n  But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n  Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n  Ain't no point in trying\n  They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\n  Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\n  We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n"},{"id":5138509,"name":"Crazy Story (Remix)","trackName":"Crazy Story (Remix)","artistName":"King Von","albumName":"Crazy Story (Remix) [feat. Lil Durk]","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And I'ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk (Bow)\nI'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on\nI said I'ma let it\nAlright, come on, aight\n(Von, von)\nGot a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\nI had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\nI say, \"For sure, baby let me know, if you wanna eat\"\nShe like \"Von, you already know, just put put your girl on fleek\"\nI'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want, some shoes?\nJimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\nShe get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\nI'm just laughing, could have been a pimp the way I move my lips\nI be speeding, could have been a driver the way I push the whip\nYou a hoe, could have been a bitch the way you throw a fit\nBut fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\nHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\nNow it's like 6, told her hit his phone\nMeet her in the Wic, but he ain't go\nBut he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\nI'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\nI grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\nWe at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that's just how go\nBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6 to 24\nLet me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\nHe double parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push-to-start\nThat new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\nHe got a ring, I guess he in divorce, wife probably a whore\nNow she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\nGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' that butt\nNow I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, like Snoop off the Wire\nThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\nI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\nBut this what happened\nI got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\nI was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin?\"\nI'm like, what? I'm like nigga, who? I was born to shoot\nI got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\nSo I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\nThis no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\nYou got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\nFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\nI got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\nI'm like, cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\nYou see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\nYeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo' back\nBut fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine, ain't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\nHit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and foams, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn, I think I know the nigga\" He cool with his bitch\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 drums to his chest\nBoom boom boom!\nBitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\n(Dress game, put in work, aye, aye, aye)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] And I'ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk (Bow)\n[00:03.27] I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on\n[00:06.09] I said I'ma let it\n[00:08.04] Alright, come on, aight\n[00:08.88] (Von, von)\n[00:11.50] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.60] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:17.63] I say, \"For sure, baby let me know, if you wanna eat\"\n[00:20.67] She like \"Von, you already know, just put put your girl on fleek\"\n[00:23.83] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want, some shoes?\n[00:26.90] Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[00:29.93] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[00:32.98] I'm just laughing, could have been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:36.03] I be speeding, could have been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:39.13] You a hoe, could have been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.11] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.16] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[00:48.22] Now it's like 6, told her hit his phone\n[00:50.20] Meet her in the Wic, but he ain't go\n[00:52.18] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[00:54.38] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.43] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.42] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:03.47] We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that's just how go\n[01:06.41] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6 to 24\n[01:09.61] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:12.76] He double parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push-to-start\n[01:15.67] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:18.84] He got a ring, I guess he in divorce, wife probably a whore\n[01:21.89] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:24.94] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' that butt\n[01:27.82] Now I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, like Snoop off the Wire\n[01:30.96] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[01:34.04] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.09] But this what happened\n[01:38.10] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.15] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin?\"\n[01:43.31] I'm like, what? I'm like nigga, who? I was born to shoot\n[01:46.30] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:49.38] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[01:52.50] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[01:55.46] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.51] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:01.60] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:04.68] I'm like, cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\n[02:07.71] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[02:10.82] Yeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo' back\n[02:13.85] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[02:16.87] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine, ain't no point in trying\n[02:19.96] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[02:22.99] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[02:26.02] Hit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[02:29.09] We need tape, we need rope and foams, don't forget the blicks\n[02:32.12] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[02:35.21] He like, \"Damn, I think I know the nigga\" He cool with his bitch\n[02:38.28] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[02:41.32] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[02:44.39] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[02:47.51] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 drums to his chest\n[02:50.50] Boom boom boom!\n[02:52.11] Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\n[02:54.82] Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\n[02:58.16] (Dress game, put in work, aye, aye, aye)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crazy Story (Remix)\n  artist: King Von\n  album: Crazy Story (Remix) [feat. 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I'm like nigga, who? I was born to shoot\n  start_ms: 103310\n  end_ms: 106300\n- text: I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n  start_ms: 106300\n  end_ms: 109380\n- text: So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n  start_ms: 109380\n  end_ms: 112500\n- text: This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n  start_ms: 112500\n  end_ms: 115460\n- text: You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n  start_ms: 115460\n  end_ms: 118510\n- text: From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n  start_ms: 118510\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124680\n- text: I'm like, cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\n  start_ms: 124680\n  end_ms: 127710\n- text: You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n  start_ms: 127710\n  end_ms: 130820\n- text: Yeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo' back\n  start_ms: 130820\n  end_ms: 133850\n- text: But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n  start_ms: 133850\n  end_ms: 136870\n- text: Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine, ain't no point in trying\n  start_ms: 136870\n  end_ms: 139960\n- text: They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  start_ms: 139960\n  end_ms: 142990\n- text: They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n  start_ms: 142990\n  end_ms: 146020\n- text: Hit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  start_ms: 146020\n  end_ms: 149090\n- text: We need tape, we need rope and foams, don't forget the blicks\n  start_ms: 149090\n  end_ms: 152120\n- text: He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  start_ms: 152120\n  end_ms: 155210\n- text: He like, \"Damn, I think I know the nigga\" He cool with his bitch\n  start_ms: 155210\n  end_ms: 158280\n- text: We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  start_ms: 158280\n  end_ms: 161320\n- text: Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  start_ms: 161320\n  end_ms: 164390\n- text: He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  start_ms: 164390\n  end_ms: 167510\n- text: I'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 drums to his chest\n  start_ms: 167510\n  end_ms: 170500\n- text: Boom boom boom!\n  start_ms: 170500\n  end_ms: 172110\n- text: Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\n  start_ms: 172110\n  end_ms: 174820\n- text: Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\n  start_ms: 174820\n  end_ms: 178160\n- text: (Dress game, put in work, aye, aye, aye)\n  start_ms: 178160\nplain: |-\n  And I'ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk (Bow)\n  I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on\n  I said I'ma let it\n  Alright, come on, aight\n  (Von, von)\n  Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n  I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n  I say, \"For sure, baby let me know, if you wanna eat\"\n  She like \"Von, you already know, just put put your girl on fleek\"\n  I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want, some shoes?\n  Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n  She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n  I'm just laughing, could have been a pimp the way I move my lips\n  I be speeding, could have been a driver the way I push the whip\n  You a hoe, could have been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n  But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n  He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n  Now it's like 6, told her hit his phone\n  Meet her in the Wic, but he ain't go\n  But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n  I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n  'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n  I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n  We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that's just how go\n  But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6 to 24\n  Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n  He double parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push-to-start\n  That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n  He got a ring, I guess he in divorce, wife probably a whore\n  Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n  Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' that butt\n  Now I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, like Snoop off the Wire\n  The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n  I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n  But this what happened\n  I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n  I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin?\"\n  I'm like, what? I'm like nigga, who? I was born to shoot\n  I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n  So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n  This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n  You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n  From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n  I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n  I'm like, cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\n  You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n  Yeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo' back\n  But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n  Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine, ain't no point in trying\n  They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n  Hit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  We need tape, we need rope and foams, don't forget the blicks\n  He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  He like, \"Damn, I think I know the nigga\" He cool with his bitch\n  We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  I'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 drums to his chest\n  Boom boom boom!\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\n  (Dress game, put in work, aye, aye, aye)\n"},{"id":23771709,"name":"Crazy Story  (Remix)","trackName":"Crazy Story  (Remix)","artistName":"King Von","albumName":"Crazy Story  [feat. Lil Durk] (Remix)","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And I'ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk (Bow)\nI'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on\nI said I'ma let it\nAlright, come on, aight\n(Von, von)\nGot a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\nI had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\nI say, \"For sure, baby let me know, if you wanna eat\"\nShe like \"Von, you already know, just put put your girl on fleek\"\nI'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want, some shoes?\nJimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\nShe get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\nI'm just laughing, could have been a pimp the way I move my lips\nI be speeding, could have been a driver the way I push the whip\nYou a hoe, could have been a bitch the way you throw a fit\nBut fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\nHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\nNow it's like 6, told her hit his phone\nMeet her in the Wic, but he ain't go\nBut he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\nI'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\nI grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\nWe at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that's just how go\nBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6 to 24\nLet me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\nHe double parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push-to-start\nThat new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\nHe got a ring, I guess he in divorce, wife probably a whore\nNow she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\nGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' that butt\nNow I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, like Snoop off the Wire\nThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\nI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\nBut this what happened\nI got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\nI was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin?\"\nI'm like, what? I'm like nigga, who? I was born to shoot\nI got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\nSo I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\nThis no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\nYou got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\nFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\nI got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\nI'm like, cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\nYou see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\nYeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo' back\nBut fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine, ain't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\nHit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and foams, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn, I think I know the nigga\" He cool with his bitch\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 drums to his chest\nBoom boom boom!\nBitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\n(Dress game, put in work, aye, aye, aye)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] And I'ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk (Bow)\n[00:03.27] I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on\n[00:06.09] I said I'ma let it\n[00:08.04] Alright, come on, aight\n[00:08.88] (Von, von)\n[00:11.50] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.60] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:17.63] I say, \"For sure, baby let me know, if you wanna eat\"\n[00:20.67] She like \"Von, you already know, just put put your girl on fleek\"\n[00:23.83] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want, some shoes?\n[00:26.90] Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[00:29.93] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[00:32.98] I'm just laughing, could have been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:36.03] I be speeding, could have been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:39.13] You a hoe, could have been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.11] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.16] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[00:48.22] Now it's like 6, told her hit his phone\n[00:50.20] Meet her in the Wic, but he ain't go\n[00:52.18] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[00:54.38] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.43] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.42] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:03.47] We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that's just how go\n[01:06.41] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6 to 24\n[01:09.61] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:12.76] He double parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push-to-start\n[01:15.67] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:18.84] He got a ring, I guess he in divorce, wife probably a whore\n[01:21.89] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:24.94] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' that butt\n[01:27.82] Now I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, like Snoop off the Wire\n[01:30.96] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[01:34.04] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.09] But this what happened\n[01:38.10] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.15] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin?\"\n[01:43.31] I'm like, what? I'm like nigga, who? I was born to shoot\n[01:46.30] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:49.38] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[01:52.50] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[01:55.46] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.51] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:01.60] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:04.68] I'm like, cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\n[02:07.71] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[02:10.82] Yeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo' back\n[02:13.85] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[02:16.87] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine, ain't no point in trying\n[02:19.96] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[02:22.99] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[02:26.02] Hit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[02:29.09] We need tape, we need rope and foams, don't forget the blicks\n[02:32.12] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[02:35.21] He like, \"Damn, I think I know the nigga\" He cool with his bitch\n[02:38.28] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[02:41.32] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[02:44.39] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[02:47.51] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 drums to his chest\n[02:50.50] Boom boom boom!\n[02:52.11] Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\n[02:54.82] Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\n[02:58.16] (Dress game, put in work, aye, aye, aye)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crazy Story  (Remix)\n  artist: King Von\n  album: Crazy Story  [feat. Lil Durk] (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And I'ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk (Bow)\n  start_ms: 10\n  end_ms: 3270\n- text: I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on\n  start_ms: 3270\n  end_ms: 6090\n- text: I said I'ma let it\n  start_ms: 6090\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Alright, come on, aight\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 8880\n- text: (Von, von)\n  start_ms: 8880\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 14600\n- text: I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n  start_ms: 14600\n  end_ms: 17630\n- text: I say, \"For sure, baby let me know, if you wanna eat\"\n  start_ms: 17630\n  end_ms: 20670\n- text: She like \"Von, you already know, just put put your girl on fleek\"\n  start_ms: 20670\n  end_ms: 23830\n- text: I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want, some shoes?\n  start_ms: 23830\n  end_ms: 26900\n- text: Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n  start_ms: 26900\n  end_ms: 29930\n- text: She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n  start_ms: 29930\n  end_ms: 32980\n- text: I'm just laughing, could have been a pimp the way I move my lips\n  start_ms: 32980\n  end_ms: 36030\n- text: I be speeding, could have been a driver the way I push the whip\n  start_ms: 36030\n  end_ms: 39130\n- text: You a hoe, could have been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n  start_ms: 39130\n  end_ms: 42110\n- text: But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n  start_ms: 42110\n  end_ms: 45160\n- text: He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n  start_ms: 45160\n  end_ms: 48220\n- text: Now it's like 6, told her hit his phone\n  start_ms: 48220\n  end_ms: 50200\n- text: Meet her in the Wic, but he ain't go\n  start_ms: 50200\n  end_ms: 52180\n- text: But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n  start_ms: 52180\n  end_ms: 54380\n- text: I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n  start_ms: 54380\n  end_ms: 57430\n- text: '''Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew'\n  start_ms: 57430\n  end_ms: 60420\n- text: I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n  start_ms: 60420\n  end_ms: 63470\n- text: We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that's just how go\n  start_ms: 63470\n  end_ms: 66410\n- text: But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6 to 24\n  start_ms: 66410\n  end_ms: 69610\n- text: Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n  start_ms: 69610\n  end_ms: 72760\n- text: He double parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push-to-start\n  start_ms: 72760\n  end_ms: 75670\n- text: That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n  start_ms: 75670\n  end_ms: 78840\n- text: He got a ring, I guess he in divorce, wife probably a whore\n  start_ms: 78840\n  end_ms: 81890\n- text: Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n  start_ms: 81890\n  end_ms: 84940\n- text: Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' that butt\n  start_ms: 84940\n  end_ms: 87820\n- text: Now I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, like Snoop off the Wire\n  start_ms: 87820\n  end_ms: 90960\n- text: The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n  start_ms: 90960\n  end_ms: 94040\n- text: I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n  start_ms: 94040\n  end_ms: 97090\n- text: But this what happened\n  start_ms: 97090\n  end_ms: 98100\n- text: I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n  start_ms: 98100\n  end_ms: 100150\n- text: I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin?\"\n  start_ms: 100150\n  end_ms: 103310\n- text: I'm like, what? I'm like nigga, who? I was born to shoot\n  start_ms: 103310\n  end_ms: 106300\n- text: I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n  start_ms: 106300\n  end_ms: 109380\n- text: So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n  start_ms: 109380\n  end_ms: 112500\n- text: This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n  start_ms: 112500\n  end_ms: 115460\n- text: You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n  start_ms: 115460\n  end_ms: 118510\n- text: From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n  start_ms: 118510\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124680\n- text: I'm like, cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\n  start_ms: 124680\n  end_ms: 127710\n- text: You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n  start_ms: 127710\n  end_ms: 130820\n- text: Yeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo' back\n  start_ms: 130820\n  end_ms: 133850\n- text: But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n  start_ms: 133850\n  end_ms: 136870\n- text: Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine, ain't no point in trying\n  start_ms: 136870\n  end_ms: 139960\n- text: They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  start_ms: 139960\n  end_ms: 142990\n- text: They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n  start_ms: 142990\n  end_ms: 146020\n- text: Hit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  start_ms: 146020\n  end_ms: 149090\n- text: We need tape, we need rope and foams, don't forget the blicks\n  start_ms: 149090\n  end_ms: 152120\n- text: He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  start_ms: 152120\n  end_ms: 155210\n- text: He like, \"Damn, I think I know the nigga\" He cool with his bitch\n  start_ms: 155210\n  end_ms: 158280\n- text: We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  start_ms: 158280\n  end_ms: 161320\n- text: Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  start_ms: 161320\n  end_ms: 164390\n- text: He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  start_ms: 164390\n  end_ms: 167510\n- text: I'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 drums to his chest\n  start_ms: 167510\n  end_ms: 170500\n- text: Boom boom boom!\n  start_ms: 170500\n  end_ms: 172110\n- text: Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\n  start_ms: 172110\n  end_ms: 174820\n- text: Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\n  start_ms: 174820\n  end_ms: 178160\n- text: (Dress game, put in work, aye, aye, aye)\n  start_ms: 178160\nplain: |-\n  And I'ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk (Bow)\n  I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on\n  I said I'ma let it\n  Alright, come on, aight\n  (Von, von)\n  Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n  I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n  I say, \"For sure, baby let me know, if you wanna eat\"\n  She like \"Von, you already know, just put put your girl on fleek\"\n  I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want, some shoes?\n  Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n  She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n  I'm just laughing, could have been a pimp the way I move my lips\n  I be speeding, could have been a driver the way I push the whip\n  You a hoe, could have been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n  But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n  He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n  Now it's like 6, told her hit his phone\n  Meet her in the Wic, but he ain't go\n  But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n  I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n  'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n  I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n  We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that's just how go\n  But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6 to 24\n  Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n  He double parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push-to-start\n  That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n  He got a ring, I guess he in divorce, wife probably a whore\n  Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n  Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' that butt\n  Now I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, like Snoop off the Wire\n  The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n  I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n  But this what happened\n  I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n  I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin?\"\n  I'm like, what? I'm like nigga, who? I was born to shoot\n  I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n  So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n  This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n  You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n  From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n  I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n  I'm like, cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\n  You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n  Yeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo' back\n  But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n  Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine, ain't no point in trying\n  They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n  Hit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  We need tape, we need rope and foams, don't forget the blicks\n  He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  He like, \"Damn, I think I know the nigga\" He cool with his bitch\n  We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  I'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 drums to his chest\n  Boom boom boom!\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye)\n  (Dress game, put in work, aye, aye, aye)\n"},{"id":9308174,"name":"King Von - Crazy Story (REMIX) ft. Lil Durk (Official Video)","trackName":"King Von - Crazy Story (REMIX) ft. Lil Durk (Official Video)","artistName":"King Von","albumName":"King Von Videos","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\nI'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\nI said I'ma let that—\nAlright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n\nGot a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\nI had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\nI say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\nShe like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n\nI'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n\"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\nShe get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\nI'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n\nI be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\nYou a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\nBut fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\nHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n\nNow it's like six, told her hit his phone\nMeet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\nBut he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\nI'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n\nI grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\nWe at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\nBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\nLet me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n\nHe double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\nThat new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\nHe got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\nNow she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n\nGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\nNow I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\nThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\nI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n\nBut this what happened\nI got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\nI was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\nI'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\nI got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n\nSo I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\nThis no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\nYou got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\nFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\nI got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\nI'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\nYou see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\nYeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n\nBut fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\nAin't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\nHit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\nBoom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nStretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:40.07] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n[00:42.48] I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n[00:45.33] I said I'ma let that—\n[00:47.23] Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n[00:50.28] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:53.16] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:56.12] I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:59.47] She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n[01:02.62] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n[01:05.56] \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[01:08.80] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[01:12.08] I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[01:14.93] I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[01:18.06] You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[01:21.26] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[01:24.11] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[01:27.29] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n[01:29.23] Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n[01:30.92] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[01:33.07] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[01:36.52] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:39.43] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:42.54] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n[01:45.73] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n[01:49.09] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:51.99] He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:55.09] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:58.06] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n[02:00.66] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[02:03.73] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n[02:07.04] Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n[02:09.95] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[02:13.12] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[02:15.87] But this what happened\n[02:16.88] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[02:18.90] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n[02:21.84] I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n[02:25.10] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[02:28.17] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[02:31.46] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[02:34.47] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[02:36.97] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:53.73] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:56.90] I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n[03:00.03] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[03:03.20] Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n[03:06.12] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[03:09.23] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n[03:11.14] Ain't no point in trying\n[03:12.24] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[03:15.31] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[03:18.36] Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[03:21.68] We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n[03:24.46] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[03:27.59] He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n[03:30.57] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[03:33.65] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[03:37.38] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[03:40.64] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n[03:43.22] Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:44.92] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:47.98] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:50.87] Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:53.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: King Von - Crazy Story (REMIX) ft. 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Quickest way to die\n  Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n  Ain't no point in trying\n  They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\n  Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\n  We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n"},{"id":11213410,"name":"King Von - Crazy Story (REMIX) ft. Lil Durk (Official Video)","trackName":"King Von - Crazy Story (REMIX) ft. Lil Durk (Official Video)","artistName":"King Von","albumName":"King Von Songs","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\nI'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\nI said I'ma let that—\nAlright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n\nGot a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\nI had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\nI say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\nShe like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n\nI'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n\"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\nShe get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\nI'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n\nI be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\nYou a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\nBut fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\nHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n\nNow it's like six, told her hit his phone\nMeet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\nBut he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\nI'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n\nI grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\nWe at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\nBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\nLet me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n\nHe double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\nThat new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\nHe got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\nNow she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n\nGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\nNow I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\nThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\nI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n\nBut this what happened\nI got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\nI was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\nI'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\nI got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n\nSo I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\nThis no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\nYou got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\nFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\nI got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\nI'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\nYou see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\nYeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n\nBut fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\nAin't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\nHit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\nBoom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nStretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:40.07] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n[00:42.48] I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n[00:45.33] I said I'ma let that—\n[00:47.23] Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n[00:50.28] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:53.16] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:56.12] I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:59.47] She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n[01:02.62] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n[01:05.56] \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[01:08.80] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[01:12.08] I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[01:14.93] I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[01:18.06] You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[01:21.26] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[01:24.11] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[01:27.29] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n[01:29.23] Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n[01:30.92] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[01:33.07] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[01:36.52] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:39.43] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:42.54] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n[01:45.73] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n[01:49.09] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:51.99] He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:55.09] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:58.06] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n[02:00.66] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[02:03.73] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n[02:07.04] Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n[02:09.95] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[02:13.12] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[02:15.87] But this what happened\n[02:16.88] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[02:18.90] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n[02:21.84] I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n[02:25.10] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[02:28.17] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[02:31.46] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[02:34.47] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[02:36.97] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:53.73] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:56.90] I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n[03:00.03] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[03:03.20] Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n[03:06.12] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[03:09.23] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n[03:11.14] Ain't no point in trying\n[03:12.24] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[03:15.31] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[03:18.36] Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[03:21.68] We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n[03:24.46] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[03:27.59] He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n[03:30.57] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[03:33.65] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[03:37.38] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[03:40.64] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n[03:43.22] Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:44.92] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:47.98] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:50.87] Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:53.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: King Von - Crazy Story (REMIX) ft. 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Not mine\n  Ain't no point in trying\n  They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\n  Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\n  We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n"},{"id":10228771,"name":"Crazy Story (Remix) (с участието на Lil Durk)","trackName":"Crazy Story (Remix) (с участието на Lil Durk)","artistName":"King Von","albumName":"Crazy Story (Remix)","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\nI'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\nI said I'ma let that—\nAlright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n\nGot a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\nI had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\nI say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\nShe like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n\nI'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n\"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\nShe get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\nI'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n\nI be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\nYou a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\nBut fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\nHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n\nNow it's like six, told her hit his phone\nMeet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\nBut he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\nI'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n\nI grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\nWe at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\nBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\nLet me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n\nHe double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\nThat new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\nHe got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\nNow she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n\nGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\nNow I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\nThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\nI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n\nBut this what happened\nI got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\nI was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\nI'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\nI got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n\nSo I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\nThis no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\nYou got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\nFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\nI got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\nI'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\nYou see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\nYeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n\nBut fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\nAin't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\nHit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\nBoom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nStretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n[00:03.76] I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n[00:06.70] I said I'ma let that—\n[00:07.99] Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n[00:11.26] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.78] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:17.68] I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:21.02] She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n[00:23.92] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n[00:27.07] \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[00:29.86] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[00:33.45] I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:36.16] I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:38.92] You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.06] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.28] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[00:48.36] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n[00:50.25] Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n[00:52.23] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[00:54.34] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.30] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.68] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:04.04] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n[01:06.69] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n[01:10.03] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:12.98] He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:15.82] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:18.66] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n[01:21.85] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:25.06] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n[01:28.02] Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n[01:31.25] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[01:34.13] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.12] But this what happened\n[01:38.44] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.30] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n[01:43.30] I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n[01:46.71] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:49.72] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[01:52.73] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[01:55.69] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.78] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:02.07] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:05.05] I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n[02:08.00] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[02:11.13] Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n[02:14.04] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[02:17.36] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n[02:19.29] Ain't no point in trying\n[02:20.38] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[02:23.10] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[02:26.19] Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[02:29.06] We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n[02:32.15] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[02:35.49] He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n[02:38.49] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[02:41.34] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[02:44.50] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[02:47.26] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n[02:50.69] Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:52.47] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:54.89] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:57.94] Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:01.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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store\n  start_ms: 52230\n  end_ms: 54340\n- text: I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n  start_ms: 54340\n  end_ms: 57300\n- text: '''Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew'\n  start_ms: 57300\n  end_ms: 60680\n- text: I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n  start_ms: 60680\n  end_ms: 64040\n- text: We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n  start_ms: 64040\n  end_ms: 66690\n- text: But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n  start_ms: 66690\n  end_ms: 70030\n- text: Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n  start_ms: 70030\n  end_ms: 72980\n- text: He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n  start_ms: 72980\n  end_ms: 75820\n- text: That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n  start_ms: 75820\n  end_ms: 78660\n- text: He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n  start_ms: 78660\n  end_ms: 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chains\n  start_ms: 106710\n  end_ms: 109720\n- text: So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n  start_ms: 109720\n  end_ms: 112730\n- text: This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n  start_ms: 112730\n  end_ms: 115690\n- text: You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n  start_ms: 115690\n  end_ms: 118780\n- text: From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n  start_ms: 118780\n  end_ms: 122070\n- text: I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n  start_ms: 122070\n  end_ms: 125050\n- text: I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n  start_ms: 125050\n  end_ms: 128000\n- text: You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n  start_ms: 128000\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 134040\n- text: But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n  start_ms: 134040\n  end_ms: 137360\n- text: Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n  start_ms: 137360\n  end_ms: 139290\n- text: Ain't no point in trying\n  start_ms: 139290\n  end_ms: 140380\n- text: They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  start_ms: 140380\n  end_ms: 143100\n- text: They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n  start_ms: 143100\n  end_ms: 146190\n- text: Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  start_ms: 146190\n  end_ms: 149060\n- text: We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  start_ms: 149060\n  end_ms: 152150\n- text: He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  start_ms: 152150\n  end_ms: 155490\n- text: He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n  start_ms: 155490\n  end_ms: 158490\n- text: We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  start_ms: 158490\n  end_ms: 161340\n- text: Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  start_ms: 161340\n  end_ms: 164500\n- text: He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  start_ms: 164500\n  end_ms: 167260\n- text: I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  start_ms: 167260\n  end_ms: 170690\n- text: Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 170690\n  end_ms: 172470\n- text: Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 172470\n  end_ms: 174890\n- text: Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 174890\n  end_ms: 177940\n- text: Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 177940\n  end_ms: 181400\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 181400\nplain: |-\n  Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n  I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n  I said I'ma let that—\n  Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n\n  Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n  I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n  I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n  She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n\n  I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n  \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n  She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n  I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n\n  I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n  You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n  But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n  He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n\n  Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n  Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n  But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n  I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n  'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n\n  I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n  We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n  But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n  Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n\n  He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n  That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n  He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n  Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n\n  Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n  Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n  The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n  I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n\n  But this what happened\n  I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n  I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n  I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n  I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n\n  So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n  This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n  You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n  From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\n  I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n  I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n  You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n  Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n\n  But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n  Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n  Ain't no point in trying\n  They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\n  Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\n  We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n"},{"id":12018308,"name":"Crazy Story (Remix)","trackName":"Crazy Story (Remix)","artistName":"King Von","albumName":"King Von Single's & Features","duration":194.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\nI'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\nI said I'ma let that—\nAlright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n\nGot a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\nI had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\nI say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\nShe like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n\nI'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n\"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\nShe get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\nI'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n\nI be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\nYou a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\nBut fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\nHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n\nNow it's like six, told her hit his phone\nMeet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\nBut he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\nI'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n\nI grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\nWe at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\nBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\nLet me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n\nHe double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\nThat new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\nHe got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\nNow she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n\nGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\nNow I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\nThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\nI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n\nBut this what happened\nI got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\nI was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\nI'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\nI got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n\nSo I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\nThis no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\nYou got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\nFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\nI got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\nI'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\nYou see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\nYeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n\nBut fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\nAin't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\nHit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\nBoom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nStretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n[00:03.76] I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n[00:06.70] I said I'ma let that—\n[00:07.99] Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n[00:11.26] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.78] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:17.68] I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:21.02] She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n[00:23.92] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n[00:27.07] \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[00:29.86] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[00:33.45] I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:36.16] I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:38.92] You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.06] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.28] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[00:48.36] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n[00:50.25] Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n[00:52.23] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[00:54.34] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.30] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.68] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:04.04] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n[01:06.69] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n[01:10.03] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:12.98] He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:15.82] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:18.66] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n[01:21.85] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:25.06] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n[01:28.02] Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n[01:31.25] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[01:34.13] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.12] But this what happened\n[01:38.44] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.30] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n[01:43.30] I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n[01:46.71] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:49.72] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[01:52.73] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[01:55.69] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.78] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:02.07] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:05.05] I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n[02:08.00] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[02:11.13] Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n[02:14.04] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[02:17.36] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n[02:19.29] Ain't no point in trying\n[02:20.38] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[02:23.10] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[02:26.19] Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[02:29.06] We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n[02:32.15] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[02:35.49] He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n[02:38.49] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[02:41.34] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[02:44.50] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[02:47.26] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n[02:50.69] Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:52.47] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:54.89] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:57.94] Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:01.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\nAin't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\nHit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\nBoom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nStretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.24] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n[00:03.78] I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n[00:06.74] I said I'ma let that—\n[00:07.91] Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n[00:11.27] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.72] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:17.63] I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:21.04] She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n[00:23.96] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n[00:27.07] \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[00:29.89] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[00:33.49] I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:36.12] I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:38.93] You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.08] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.28] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[00:48.30] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n[00:50.20] Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n[00:52.26] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[00:54.33] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.36] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.62] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:04.05] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n[01:06.65] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n[01:10.08] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:12.97] He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:15.87] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:18.67] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n[01:21.86] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:25.02] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n[01:28.01] Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n[01:31.25] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[01:34.14] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.18] But this what happened\n[01:38.45] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.39] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n[01:43.32] I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n[01:46.78] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:49.73] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[01:52.78] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[01:55.65] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.73] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:02.07] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:05.07] I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n[02:08.05] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[02:11.16] Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n[02:14.06] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[02:17.35] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n[02:19.26] Ain't no point in trying\n[02:20.32] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[02:23.19] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[02:26.13] Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[02:29.05] We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n[02:32.15] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[02:35.48] He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n[02:38.43] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[02:41.33] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[02:44.54] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[02:47.20] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n[02:50.68] Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:52.47] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:54.82] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:57.93] Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:01.42] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crazy Story - 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Quickest way to die\n  start_ms: 134060\n  end_ms: 137350\n- text: Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n  start_ms: 137350\n  end_ms: 139260\n- text: Ain't no point in trying\n  start_ms: 139260\n  end_ms: 140320\n- text: They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  start_ms: 140320\n  end_ms: 143190\n- text: They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n  start_ms: 143190\n  end_ms: 146130\n- text: Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  start_ms: 146130\n  end_ms: 149050\n- text: We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  start_ms: 149050\n  end_ms: 152150\n- text: He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  start_ms: 152150\n  end_ms: 155480\n- text: He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n  start_ms: 155480\n  end_ms: 158430\n- text: We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  start_ms: 158430\n  end_ms: 161330\n- text: Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  start_ms: 161330\n  end_ms: 164540\n- text: He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  start_ms: 164540\n  end_ms: 167200\n- text: I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  start_ms: 167200\n  end_ms: 170680\n- text: Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 170680\n  end_ms: 172470\n- text: Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 172470\n  end_ms: 174820\n- text: Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 174820\n  end_ms: 177930\n- text: Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 177930\n  end_ms: 181420\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 181420\nplain: |-\n  Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n  I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n  I said I'ma let that—\n  Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n\n  Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n  I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n  I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n  She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n\n  I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n  \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n  She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n  I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n\n  I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n  You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n  But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n  He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n\n  Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n  Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n  But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n  I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n  'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n\n  I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n  We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n  But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n  Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n\n  He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n  That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n  He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n  Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n\n  Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n  Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n  The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n  I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n\n  But this what happened\n  I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n  I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n  I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n  I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n\n  So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n  This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n  You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n  From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\n  I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n  I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n  You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n  Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n\n  But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n  Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n  Ain't no point in trying\n  They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\n  Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\n  We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n"},{"id":37499673,"name":"Crazy Story  (Remix)","trackName":"Crazy Story  (Remix)","artistName":"King Von","albumName":"Crazy Story  [feat. Lil Durk]","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe\nI'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on\nI said, I'ma let that\nA'ight come on, a'ight\n(Von, Von)\n\nGot a drop on this flexing nigga, he from Tennessee\nI had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be\nI said for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\nShe like Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek\nI'm like cool, I can do that boo\nWhat you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo\nWith a handbag too, red or baby blue?\nShe gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit\n\nI'm just laughing could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\nI be speeding could've been a driver the way I push the whip\nYou a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit\nBut fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\nHe got bricks, plus his neck is icy, and it match his wrist\nNow it's like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic\nBut he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store\nI'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do\n\n'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew\nI grab my Glock, it been thru a lot, but it still shoot like new\nWe at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that just how it go\nBut check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four\nLet me focus, can't be zoning out, he pullin' up now\nHe double park, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\nThat new Porsche is built like a horse, colors like the 'fo\nHe got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore\n\nNow she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\nGot in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt\nNow I sneak up crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off the wire\nThe block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myer\nI'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\nBut this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\nI was lacking 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out what's crackin'\nI'm like what? I'm like nigga who? I was born to shoot\n\nI got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains\nSo I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie\nBitches do or die, you said you gon' slide\nYou got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work\nFrom 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\nBitch, we not from 63rd","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.02]Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe\n[00:03.22]I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on\n[00:06.21]I said, I'ma let that\n[00:08.74]A'ight come on, a'ight\n[00:10.37](Von, Von)\n[00:11.42]Got a drop on this flexing nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.63]I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:18.03]I said for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:20.61]She like Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek\n[00:23.97]I'm like cool, I can do that boo\n[00:26.62]What you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo\n[00:28.23]With a handbag too, red or baby blue?\n[00:30.63]She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit\n[00:32.58]I'm just laughing could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:35.96]I be speeding could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:39.60]You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.84]But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.39]He got bricks, plus his neck is icy, and it match his wrist\n[00:47.97]Now it's like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic\n[00:49.78]But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store\n[00:54.69]I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.51]'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.43]I grab my Glock, it been thru a lot, but it still shoot like new\n[01:04.07]We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that just how it go\n[01:07.07]But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four\n[01:09.27]Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pullin' up now\n[01:12.31]He double park, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:15.34]That new Porsche is built like a horse, colors like the 'fo\n[01:18.42]He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore\n[01:22.38]Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:25.52]Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt\n[01:28.25]Now I sneak up crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off the wire\n[01:31.48]The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myer\n[01:34.33]I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.30]But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.96]I was lacking 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out what's crackin'\n[01:43.76]I'm like what? I'm like nigga who? I was born to shoot\n[01:46.92]I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:50.19]So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie\n[01:53.38]Bitches do or die, you said you gon' slide\n[01:55.99]You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.61]From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:01.90]Bitch, we not from 63rd\n[02:05.22]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crazy Story  (Remix)\n  artist: King Von\n  album: Crazy Story  [feat. 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Jimmy Choo\n  With a handbag too, red or baby blue?\n  She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit\n\n  I'm just laughing could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n  I be speeding could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n  You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit\n  But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n  He got bricks, plus his neck is icy, and it match his wrist\n  Now it's like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic\n  But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store\n  I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do\n\n  'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew\n  I grab my Glock, it been thru a lot, but it still shoot like new\n  We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that just how it go\n  But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four\n  Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pullin' up now\n  He double park, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n  That new Porsche is built like a horse, colors like the 'fo\n  He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore\n\n  Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n  Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt\n  Now I sneak up crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off the wire\n  The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myer\n  I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n  But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n  I was lacking 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out what's crackin'\n  I'm like what? I'm like nigga who? I was born to shoot\n\n  I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains\n  So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie\n  Bitches do or die, you said you gon' slide\n  You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n  From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n\n  Bitch, we not from 63rd\n"},{"id":25962062,"name":"Crazy Story (Remix) (feat. Lil Durk)","trackName":"Crazy Story (Remix) (feat. 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Quickest way to die\nSnatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\nAin't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\nHit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\nBoom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nStretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n[00:03.76] I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n[00:06.70] I said I'ma let that—\n[00:07.99] Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n[00:11.26] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.78] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:17.68] I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:21.02] She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n[00:23.92] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n[00:27.07] \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[00:29.86] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[00:33.45] I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:36.16] I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:38.92] You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.06] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.28] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[00:48.36] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n[00:50.25] Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n[00:52.23] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[00:54.34] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.30] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.68] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:04.04] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n[01:06.69] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n[01:10.03] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:12.98] He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:15.82] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:18.66] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n[01:21.85] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:25.06] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n[01:28.02] Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n[01:31.25] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[01:34.13] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.12] But this what happened\n[01:38.44] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.30] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n[01:43.30] I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n[01:46.71] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:49.72] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[01:52.73] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[01:55.69] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.78] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:02.07] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:05.05] I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n[02:08.00] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[02:11.13] Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n[02:14.04] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[02:17.36] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n[02:19.29] Ain't no point in trying\n[02:20.38] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[02:23.10] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[02:26.19] Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[02:29.06] We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n[02:32.15] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[02:35.49] He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n[02:38.49] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[02:41.34] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[02:44.50] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[02:47.26] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n[02:50.69] Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:52.47] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:54.89] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:57.94] Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:01.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crazy Story (Remix) (feat. 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Not mine\nAin't no point in trying\nThey not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\nThey be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\nHit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\nWe need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\nHe like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\nHe like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\nWe at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\nGot a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\nHe in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\nI'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\nBoom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nBitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nStretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe (bow)\n[00:03.76] I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on\n[00:06.70] I said I'ma let that—\n[00:07.99] Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)\n[00:11.26] Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee\n[00:14.78] I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be\n[00:17.68] I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat\n[00:21.02] She like \"Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek\"\n[00:23.92] I'm like \"Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?\n[00:27.07] \"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?\"\n[00:29.86] She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit\n[00:33.45] I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips\n[00:36.16] I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip\n[00:38.92] You a hoe, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit\n[00:42.06] But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick\n[00:45.28] He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist\n[00:48.36] Now it's like six, told her hit his phone\n[00:50.25] Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go\n[00:52.23] But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store\n[00:54.34] I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do\n[00:57.30] 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew\n[01:00.68] I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new\n[01:04.04] We at the top, yeah, we lost a lot, but that's just how it go\n[01:06.69] But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to 24\n[01:10.03] Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now\n[01:12.98] He double-parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start\n[01:15.82] That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork\n[01:18.66] He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore\n[01:21.85] Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck\n[01:25.06] Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt\n[01:28.02] Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire\n[01:31.25] The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers\n[01:34.13] I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass\n[01:37.12] But this what happened\n[01:38.44] I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'\n[01:40.30] I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out \"What's crackin'?\"\n[01:43.30] I'm like, \"What?\", I'm like, \"Nigga, who?\", I was born to shoot\n[01:46.71] I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains\n[01:49.72] So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh\n[01:52.73] This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?\n[01:55.69] You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work\n[01:58.78] From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd\n[02:02.07] I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq\n[02:05.05] I'm like, \"Cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack\"\n[02:08.00] You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC\n[02:11.13] Yeah, free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo' back\n[02:14.04] But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die\n[02:17.36] Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n[02:19.29] Ain't no point in trying\n[02:20.38] They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n[02:23.10] They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n[02:26.19] Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n[02:29.06] We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n[02:32.15] He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n[02:35.49] He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n[02:38.49] We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n[02:41.34] Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n[02:44.50] He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n[02:47.26] I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n[02:50.69] Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:52.47] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:54.89] Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[02:57.94] Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[03:01.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crazy Story (feat. 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Quickest way to die\n  start_ms: 134040\n  end_ms: 137360\n- text: Snatch who chain? Off who neck? 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Quickest way to die\n  Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine\n  Ain't no point in trying\n  They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding\n  They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside\n\n  Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick\n  We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks\n  He like, \"Cool, how that nigga look?\" I pull up some flicks\n  He like, \"Damn I think I know the nigga\", he cool with his bitch\n\n  We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot\n  Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car\n  He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse\n  I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest\n  Boom, boom, boom (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  Stretch gang, put in work (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n"}]