Lil' Baby Crush A Lot
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
I can't f..ck with shawty, no she didn't tell
Trim shit she look like Draya Michele
I been goin' crazy givin' them hell
She ain't tryin' to go with me I'ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl I'ma player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught they gon' give me the chair
f..ck the law, make them earn what they pay 'em
Ain't no back and forth with no bitches intended
Rolls Royce truck, bitch it ain't rented
And they braggin' about bitches I'm probably hit ‘em
I've flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million
At this point I'm heartless, I ain't got no feelings
But 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 want to smoke with y'all, you can be out
Free the bros, buy my shit out the kiosk
I'm at the VIE with a spot just to creep out
Lil' shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
5% tint on the whip you can't see out of it
Ready to 'Set It Off', Queen Latifah
These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be ‘bout
I can't f..ck with shawty, no she didn't tell
Trim shit she look like Draya Michele
I been goin' crazy givin' them hell
She ain't tryin' to go with me I'ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl I'ma player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught they gon' give me the chair
f..ck the law, make them earn what they pay 'em
Ain't no complainin', the 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
Goin' in the 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
Hear my pain inside my songs
It's like a switch, I cut it off
Pills kick in, gettin' in my zone
Do my job and sing along
I'm never talkin' on them phones
Feds gon' try to do us wrong
They ain't got my nigga long
Lately I just been alone
My cup, my strap, this microphone
Nobody know what's goin' on
I'm glad I made it off the road
Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
Ever since I've been rolling dice
They gon' suck it up like a bowl of rice
I'ma give it to them niggas every time
I can't f..ck with shawty, no she didn't tell
Trim shit she look like Draya Michele
I been goin' crazy givin' them hell
She ain't tryin' to go with me I'ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl I'ma player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught they gon' give me the chair
f..ck the law, make them earn what they pay 'em
