Crush A Lot Chords by Lil Baby

[Start]

[Intro]

[Verse]
Fm Db F7                                       
■  ■  I can't fuck with shawty know she'll tell
F7                               
Slim shit look like Draya Michele
Fm                 F7             
I been goin' crazy givin' 'em hell
Fm                                     
She ain't tryna go with me I'ma pay her
  Db               Db7              
I crush a lot baby girl I'm a player
Db7                                      
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
   Db7                                      
If we get caught they gon' give me the chair
Db7                                         
Fuck the law make 'em earn what they pay 'em
         F7                                         
Ain't no back and forth with no bitches ain't tinted
F7                                    
Rollsroyce truck bitch it ain't rented
         Fm                                         
And they braggin' 'bout bitches I promise we hit 'em
  Fm                                           
I flooded my wrist let the bros split a million
   Db                                              
At this point I'm heartless I ain't got no feelings
    Db7                                       
Buy every building in the hood for my children
       Db7                                    
Like a Drake song got your vibe feelin' groovy
     Db                             
With no phone we can make us a movie
  Fm                F7                   
I ain't in my bag I still got my feet out
   Fm                                            
If we wanted smoke with y'all you couldn't be out
F7                                     
Free the bros buy my shit off the kiosk
Fm                                                
I'm at the vibe with the spot this the creep house
     Db7                                            
Lil' shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
Db7                                            
Five percent tint on the whip you can't see out
Db7                              
Ready to set it off Queen Latifah
      Db                                             
These niggas talk like bitches see what they be 'bout
F7                                       
I can't fuck with shawty know she'll tell
F7                               
Slim shit look like Draya Michele
F7                                
I been goin' crazy givin' 'em hell
F7                                     
She ain't tryna go with me I'ma pay her
  Db               Db7              
I crush a lot baby girl I'm a player
Db7                                      
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
   Db                                       
If we get caught they gon' give me the chair
Db                                          
Fuck the law make 'em earn what they pay 'em
         Fm                         
Ain't no complaining money coming in
       F7                    
Put it all up do it all again
              F7                        
First you get a mil' then it's times ten
             F7               
Youngest out the crew AMG Benz
                Db                     
Stand up like a man take it on the chin
         Db                              
They got consequences in this life of sin
               Db                     
Laugh about it go in Gucci spend a ten
         Db                       
When you come home we gon' all win


[Chorus]
      F7                                                  
Go in any club and make it thunderstorm this shit reckless
                                      Fm
He gon' knock you off with his Rollie on
                            Db                             
Drive the RollsRoyce like a hotbox really came from nothin'
                  Db                               
Only ride with my security because I can't be armed
                              F7 
Can't get caught with another gun
          Fm                   
They gon' know me when I'm gone
Fm                               
They hear my pain inside my songs
F7                          
It's like switch I cut it on
                         Db7    
Pills kick in gettin' in my zone
      Db7                   
Do my job ain't see no wrong
                          Db    
I'm never talkin' on them phones
          Db                
Feds gon' try to do us wrong
                F7        
Man they got my nigga Long


[Verse]
F7                      
Lately I just been alone
                     F7        
My cup my strap this microphone
       F7                  
Nobody know what's goin' on
                            Db  
Just glad I made it off the road
                     Db              
Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
Db                            
Ever since I been on them dice
          Db                            
They gon' suck it up like a bowl of rice
     Db                               
I'ma give it to them niggas every time


[Chorus]
F7                                       
I can't fuck with shawty know she'll tell
F7                               
Slim shit look like Draya Michele
F7                                
I been goin' crazy givin' 'em hell
    F7                                 
She ain't tryna go with me I'ma pay her
  Db                                
I crush a lot baby girl I'm a player
Db                                       
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
   Db7                                      
If we get caught they gon' give me the chair
                                         F7  Fm Db
Fuck the law make 'em earn what they pay 'em ■  ■ 


[Outro]