No Chill Lud Foe

{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