No Chill (Get Well Foe 2017)

Текст песни Lud Foe - No Chill (Get Well Foe 2017)

{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