Crush A Lot Lyrics - Lil Baby

Cook that shit up, Quay 

I can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell 

Slim shit, look like Draya Michele 

I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell 

She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her 

I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player 

Connect the dots then I plug up the scale 

If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair 

Fuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em 

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Ain't no back and fourth with no bitches, ain't tinted 

Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain't rented 

And they braggin' 'bout bitches, I promise we hit 'em 

I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million 

At this point I'm heartless I ain't got no feelings 

Buy every building in the hood for my children 

Like a Drake song, got your vibe feelin' groovy 

With no phone, we can make us a movie 

I ain't in my bag, I still got my feet out 

If we wanted smoke with y'all, you couldn't be out 

Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk 

I'm at the vibe with the spot, this the creep house 

Lil' shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out 

Five percent tint on the whip, you can't see out 

Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah 

These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be 'bout 

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I can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell 

Slim shit, look like Draya Michele 

I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell 

She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her 

I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player 

Connect the dots then I plug up the scale 

If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair 

Fuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em 

Ain't no complaining, money coming in 

Put it all up, do it all again 

First you get a mil', then it's times ten 

Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz 

Stand up like a man, take it on the chin 

They got consequences in this life of sin 

Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten 

When you come home, we gon' all win 

Go in any club and make it thunderstorm, this shit reckless 

He gon' knock you off with his Rollie on 

Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox, really came from nothin' 

Only ride with my security because I can't be armed 

Can't get caught with another gun 

They gon' know me when I'm gone 

They hear my pain inside my songs 

It's like switch, I cut it on 

Pills kick in, gettin' in my zone 

Do my job, ain't see no wrong 

I'm never talkin' on them phones 

Feds gon' try to do us wrong 

Man, they got my nigga Long 

Lately I just been alone 

My cup, my strap, this microphone 

Nobody know what's goin on 

Just glad I made it off the road 

Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble 

Ever since I been on them dice 

They gon' suck it up like a bowl of rice 

I'ma give it to them niggas every time 

I can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell 

Slim shit, look like Draya Michele 

I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell 

She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her 

I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player 

Connect the dots then I plug up the scale 

If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair 

Fuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em