No Chill Lyrics

I didn't to come to chill

Let me turn around eat it, then flip it and beat it uh

Ohhh

I'm still in the trap, I ain't finished

So don't call my phone with that tripping uhhh

It's Yung Leww

Girl I'm a be back in a minute, I'm still in the trap I ain't finished

And when I get back you gone get it Don't call my phone with that tripping

You know that Yung Lewwie gone hit it

I ain't trying to have you in your feelings

She a boss bitch, she independent

Eat that pussy like thanksgiving

Fucking with me then you winning

Every night we be sinning

Hit that that thing like the ninth inning

Shorty this just the beginning

Let me turn around eat it and flip it and beat it

She always say that a nigga conceited

I didn't come to chill, I came to eat it

Mmmm

Uh you say you be back in a minute

You ain't picking up the phone so I'm tripping

Telling you to chill

And I don't fuck with the way that you living mmm

Told you I'm about that life

Go slip and slide

Don't be scared don't hide ahh

Why you tripping on the kid, bae I coming right back

Running to the money, pouring woki, backwood fat

Pussy taste good had to hit it like a bat

When I put it in her back

She be running like track

I swear to God bitches ain't fucking with her

I pull up when it's late, it ain't nothing to her

I didn't come to chill, boo I came to eat it, addicted to feeling and touching on her

Back to the trap for a minute doing business, got to chill baby girl I ain't finished

Grinding and hustling, I don't got a limit

We smash in the car when the windows ain't tinted

She ride on the dick like the whip just got rented

Can't answer the phone you know I'm recording

Ain't fucking these hoes cuz these bitches be boring

They calling my phone every time, I ignore them mmmm

Mmm

Ohhh

Aye yeah

Mmmm

Uh you say you be back in a minute

You ain't picking up the phone so I'm tripping

Telling you to chill

And I don't fuck with the way that you living mmm

Told you I'm about that life

Go slip and slide

Don't be scared don't hide ahhhh

Pussy taste good, had to hit it with a bat

When I put it in her back, she be running like track

I ain't come to chill, I came to eat it

Mob Gang