Lil Baby - Crush a Lot Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD

Cook that shit up, Quay

I can`t fuck with shawty, know she`ll tellSlim 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 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

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