Crush a lot chords by Lil Baby

SimplifiedEm · F#m · C · G · E

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Verse 1

(Cook that shit up, Quay)

F#m

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

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Verse 3
Em 
Ain't no 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
F#m 
G 
I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million
C 
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 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
F#m 
I'm at the 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
F#m 
She ain't tryna go  with
G 
me, I'ma 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
F#m 
Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
G 
C 
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
Em 
Go in any club and make
it thunderstorm
This shit reckless
He gon' knock you off with his Rollie on
F#m 
G 
Drive the Rolls Royce like
C 
a hotbox
Really came from nothing
Only ride with my security because
I can't be armed
Em 
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 a switch, I cut it on
F#m 
G 
C 
Pills kick in, getting in my zone
Do my job, ain't see no wrong
I'm never talking on them phones
Feds gon' try to do us wrong
Em 
Man, they got my nigga Long
Lately I just been alone
My cup, my strap, this microphone
Nobody know what's going on
F#m 
G 
Just glad  I made it off 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
F#m 
She ain't tryna go  with
G 
me, I'ma 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