Crush A Lot Chords by Lil Baby
- Key: Fm
- BPM: 67
- Capo: no capo
TEMPO FORTE
CRUSH A LOT ACORDES
[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]