Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Chill, artist - LUD FOE. Date of issue: 22.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Chill |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |