Crush It Up & Snort It lyrics

[Intro]
Crush it up and snort it

[Verse 1]
More ay, they want more ay
I got ammo for the ana' that's my forte
I got the stamina for the b*tch and the court case
And a lil bit more for the foreplay
I don't like foreplay, she like foreplay
Want the keys to the third and the fourth place
And if these numbers don't lie
I come in first second third and fourth place
I ain't been asleep in like four days
Nah b*tch I'm not sleeping with Courtney
I don't like to f*ck around in the workplace
But I still get down with the foreplay

(Ay, crush it up) I'm a little wavy, uhhmmm yeahhh

Yup, imported, crush it up and snort it
Need a bad b*tch look like she might get deported
Only want me for my fortune
Prolly in a store like boy can you afford it?
Wouldn't have came in if I couldn't drop a stack
Wouldn't have came in if she wasn't on her back
Twerk, make it hurt, baby pop a percocet
I ain't put in work, you ain't least hurt cha neck
Witch went to school for six months
Only thing the b*tch f*ckin' passed was the blunt
We was in the same class, only thing a n*gga f*ckin grasped was the c*nt
Yeah that b*tch got strep throat
Make my stomach hurt a n*gga need some pepto
New money n*gga, I don't eat no leftovers
Awful be the clique, and it's all a n*gga rep though
[Hook]
If this b*tch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell
If this b*tch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell
If this b*tch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell
If this b*tch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell

[Verse 2]
Hey, scoop that, head up to my new pad
Roof back, yeah we got the roof back
New pack, ridin' with a new pack
Hey, who cat? Huh? Who dat?

Let it breathe [x8]

As I drink my drink that I'm sure somebody spit in
With one b*tch, tryna get another's attention
Xans and the gin and the wine got me anxious
Last time I felt this way I felt anguish
n*ggas think I ain't sh*t
Guess what b*tch I ain't sh*t
The party isn't over til we start to feel the acid
And I'm deep inside her chassis and my di*k go flaccid
So glo'd up like why show up
Yup, ay gotta show love
f*ck all these n*ggas think they still know us
Yup, playin' in her thang, pinky rang smell like twang
And she like cocaine, got a thing for dangalang
Yeah I keep gold chain gold grill gold thangs
Cuz I don't like to search, want a b*tch that want my worth
[Hook]
If this b*tch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell
If this b*tch is the devil, send me straight to Hell, send me straight to Hell
If this b*tch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell
If this b*tch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell
If this b*tch is the devil, send me straight to Hell, send me straight to Hell
If this b*tch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell

[Outro]
If evil is lustful and attractive
b*tch, I'm all about that action