No Chill

Lyrics

{Chorus: Lud Foe} We don't got no chill We do drills out of automobiles Bitch, take off them heels Let me feel to see if it's real I love popping pills 'Cause I like the way it make me feel Nigga better not squeal If you tell, boy, your ass get killed If that bitch suck my dick Now I like smell like Belvedere We be in the clubs and the mall Boy, you're never there You wanna show your ass Chopper knock you out your underwear Don't get hurt Me and my niggas on dirt Put a nigga under there {Verse 1: Lud Foe} AK gon' squirt niggas These bullets gon' hurt Fill the trap house with that work Dope fiends calling chirp Trap slow down but it always pick up on the 1st This nigga tried to run because he didn't have his gun [?] coulda died man it Shoulda been worse But I better not see you no more 'Cause I ain't gon' miss no more You gon be in that hearse Ask God like why me Let a nigga try me Get stuck to the IV Pass me the ball, I'mma shoot like Kyrie Beat the block up like Ali I was in the house in the winter with no heat Sleeping on the floor in the cold with no sheets Sitting on your ass like you ain't got no feet Bitch on my dick like she ain't got no teeth She wet the bed up gotta go again no sheets Only want me in the bed with two freaks Gotta work hard 'cause the shit don't come sweet They ain't outside niggas hide, we gon' seek I love my driver 'cause he a rider Do a drive by shots fired at the limo Big 45 up this bitch It got a lot of kick but it still didn't miss Trap at the bando lono famo Why I fill his ass with a whole lot of ammo Hit a nigga block with Glocks then shoot it up When we come back see a whole lot of candles Try to stick me but they know I got handles See new haters, I feel like Mano You could leave the state but you still on my list Tho we can meet up, nigga what you wanna diss for Suck a nigga dick, bitch, what you wanna kiss for Fall in the mall then ball like disco Wanna fuck with us, at your own risk tho' Nigga act tough, I know he a bitch tho' Drive the car real fast, that's what it's made for Nigga, I don't lease shit, all this shit paid for I don't gotta clean up, that's what the maid for Wanna act brave, that's what the K for Simon Says all these hoes do what I say so Get a brick then break it down like a LEGO Get dope playin' with the dope like Play-Doh Fuck a hoe bad bitch, show 'em how to rainbow You ain't know me, fuck boy, you a lamo Fuck up my chips, don't fuck with my Pringles Bank rolls full of hunnid, no single Niggas know name ring bells, no jingle {Chorus: Lud Foe} We don't got no chill We do drills out of automobiles Bitch, take off them heels Let me feel to see if it's real I love popping pills 'Cause I like the way it make me feel Nigga better not squeal If you tell, boy, your ass get killed If that bitch suck my dick Now I like smell like Belvedere We be in the clubs and the mall Boy, you're never there You wanna show your ass Chopper knock you out your underwear And don't get hurt 'Cause me and my niggas on dirt We'll put a nigga under there {Verse 2: Lud Foe} I'm reminiscent I'm on a mission Dosed off in the kitchen I fell asleep whippin' You might fall on your face if you be trippin' Caught in your tracks, your blood drippin' Caught in that act, yeah, you was slippin' Threw the bitch a few ones she was strippin' [?], yeah, we be flippin' Bitch, I'm gone I just hit a home run You wanna war but you ain't got your own guns Sneak diss me, fuck with the wrong one Mama told me "Son, don't fear no one" Clip full of hollows, you can hold one You rap about guns, nigga, better tote one Police let me go, told 'em I don't know nothin' Rap about dope but you never sold none Teddy want a 38, it's a throw away Kick a bitch out, I know she a throw away Take off that makeup, we don't need no foreplay Run that bullshit, [?] Selling packs out the car, wait in the hallway You don't listen you gon' find out the hard way Hit a nigga block, come out the wrong way Better shut up, nigga, you don't want gunplay Drunk in love, your fiance like Beyoncé Homicide on anyone tryna harm me Before I hit the streets my mama warn me A lot of niggas snitchin', they be informing Give your bitch my mic, now she performing Don't make me up the hoe get to blow in it Strapped like a dyke if you got a knife You gon' lose your life, won't see the morning {Chorus: Lud Foe} We don't got no chill We do drills out of automobiles Bitch, take off them heels Let me feel to see if it's real I love popping pills 'Cause I like the way it make me feel Nigga better not squeal If you tell, boy, your ass get killed If that bitch suck my dick Now I like smell like Belvedere We be in the clubs and the mall Boy, you're never there You wanna show your ass Chopper knock you out your underwear And don't get hurt 'Cause me and my niggas on dirt Put a nigga under there