No Chill lyrics

{Chorus: Lud Foe}
We don't got no chill
We do drills out of automobiles
b*tch, 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
n*gga better not squeal
If you tell, boy, your ass get killed
If that b*tch suck my di*k
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 n*ggas on dirt
Put a n*gga under there

{Verse 1: Lud Foe}
AK gon' squirt n*ggas
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 n*gga 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 n*gga 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
b*tch on my di*k 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 sh*t don't come sweet
They ain't outside n*ggas 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 b*tch
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 n*gga 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, n*gga what you wanna diss for
Suck a n*gga di*k, b*tch, what you wanna kiss for
Fall in the mall then ball like disco
Wanna f*ck with us, at your own risk tho'
n*gga act tough, I know he a b*tch tho'
Drive the car real fast, that's what it's made for
n*gga, I don't lease sh*t, all this sh*t 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
f*ck a hoe bad b*tch, show 'em how to rainbow
You ain't know me, f*ck boy, you a lamo
f*ck up my chips, don't f*ck with my Pringles
Bank rolls full of hunnid, no single
n*ggas know name ring bells, no jingle
{Chorus: Lud Foe}
We don't got no chill
We do drills out of automobiles
b*tch, 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
n*gga better not squeal
If you tell, boy, your ass get killed
If that b*tch suck my di*k
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 n*ggas on dirt
We'll put a n*gga 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 b*tch a few ones she was strippin'
[?], yeah, we be flippin'
b*tch, I'm gone
I just hit a home run
You wanna war but you ain't got your own guns
Sneak diss me, f*ck 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, n*gga, 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 b*tch out, I know she a throw away
Take off that makeup, we don't need no foreplay
Run that bullsh*t, [?]
Selling packs out the car, wait in the hallway
You don't listen you gon' find out the hard way
Hit a n*gga block, come out the wrong way
Better shut up, n*gga, 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 n*ggas snitchin', they be informing
Give your b*tch 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
b*tch, 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
n*gga better not squeal
If you tell, boy, your ass get killed
If that b*tch suck my di*k
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 n*ggas on dirt
Put a n*gga under there