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 imma 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 its 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 leggo

Get dope playin with the dope like claydo

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, its 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 beyonce

Homicide on anyone tryna harm me

Before I hit the streets my mama warn me

Alot 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

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:#GetWellFoe (2017)