Crush A Lot

(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' 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

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

Ain't no back and forth with no bitch, this ain't tennis

Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain't rented

And they braggin' about bitches, I 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

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 **** 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' 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

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

Ain't no complain', the money comin' 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'

I 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 a switch, I cut it on

Pills kick in, gettin' in my zone

Do my job ain't seen no wrong

I'm never talkin' on them phones

Feds gon' try to do us wrong

They ain't got my **** long

Lately, I just been alone

My cup, my strap, this microphone

Nobody know what's going on

Just 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 **** every time

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

Slim shit, 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

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