Crush a lot Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Em](Cook that shit up, Quay)
[F#m][Em]

[Verse 2]
[C]
I [Em]can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been going crazy, giving 'em hell
She ain't tryn[F#m]a go with
me, I'ma [G]pay her
[C]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

[Verse 3]
Ain't no [Em]back and forth with no bitches,
this ain't tennis
Rolls Royce truck, bitch,
it ain't rented
And they bragging 'bout bitches,
I promise we hit 'em
I flooded my [F#m]wrist, let the bros split a [G]million
At [C]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 feeling groovy
With no phone,
we can make us a movie
[Em]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 [F#m]vi be with the spot,
[G]this the creep house
[C]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,

[Verse 4]
see what they be 'bout
[Em]I can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been going crazy, giving 'em hell
She ain't tryn[F#m]a go with
me, I'ma [G]pay her
[C]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
[Em]Ain't no complaining,

[Verse 5]
money coming in
Put it all up, do it all again
First you get a mil', then it's
times ten
Youngest out [F#m]the crew, AMG Benz
Stand [G]up like a [C]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 [Em]any club and make
it thunderstorm
This shit reckless
He gon' knock you off with his Rollie on
[F#m]Drive the Rolls [G]Royce like
[C]a hotbox
Really came from nothing
Only ride with my security because
I can't be armed
Can't get caught with another [Em]gun
They gon' know me when I'm gone
They hear my pain inside my songs
It's like a switch, I cut it on
[F#m]Pills kick in, getting [G]in my [C]zone
Do my job, ain't see no wrong
I'm never talking on them phones
Feds gon' try to do us wrong
Man, they got my nigga [Em]Long
Lately I just been alone
My cup, my strap, this microphone
Nobody know what's going on
Just [F#m]glad I made it o[G]ff the road
[C]Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
Ever since I been on them dice
They gon' suck it up like a bowl of rice

[Verse 6]
I'ma give it to them niggas every time
[Em]I can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been going' crazy, giving 'em hell
She ain't tryn[F#m]a go with
me, I'ma [G]pay her
[C]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

[Outro 1]
they pay 'em
[Em][E][Em][E][Em][F#m][C]