kevin flum – no chill lyrics
[verse]
yeah
yo, yeah
i just put four in a backwood (back)
and i’m never going broke like a backwood (wood)
shorty say she want the pipe ’cause i rap good
found her in the dm ’cause she hit me with -ss up (yeah, yeah)
i’m like listen, don’t let me in my kitchen (my kitchen)
when i start writing and the beat start hitting (start hitting)
got a nice pen ’cause i got good writtens
when i k!ll sh-t it’s good riddance (wooh)
i just wanna be the greatest
life ain’t really no piece of cake sh-t (yeah)
blind to it all i don’t see the fake sh-t (yeah)
plenty of dough but i don’t need to bake it (wooh)
plenty of girls i don’t need attention
and other things that i don’t need to mention
we’ll talk about that sh-t another time (yeah, yeah, yeah)
probably save that sh-t just for another line
got some others things to cover (cover)
f-cked her once now you love her (yeah)
i cannot relate to others (yeah, others)
i just make moves and get paid with my brothers
i’m gonna blow up and i swear to my mother
and i’m so d-mn high that i’m never low (low)
yet i stay low-key ’cause you never know (know)
and i’m getting h-lla brain from clever hoes (yeah)
and i will never ever tell you how i level up
i just do what i do no questions (yeah, no questions)
bad b-tch said she’d meet me at the westin (westin)
said she’s probably gonna bring a couple best friends (yeah)
safe to say that things got interesting
now-now i’m just scoring like soccer games (yeah)
why you flexing with a copper chain? (yeah)
that girl say her tops insane
pulled out her keys and unlocked the range (yeah, yeah, yeah, skiah)
like yeah, think i finally found the sauce (sauce)
graduated from the juice (juice)
started from the bottom
now i’m staring at the stars layin’ on the roof (layin’ on the roof)
said she wanna do it in a coupé (coupé)
d-mn, baby what about the range (yeah)
she said that i can take my pick (pick)
’cause she got money for days (days)
yeah, i just flew to la, i needed the haircut (la, yeah)
so i hit up the boy stevie with the scissors and start rollin’ bear blunts (yeah, yeah, yeah)
here’s a middle finger to the f-ckboys
i don’t really give a f-ck, boy (yeah)
why’s your girl calling me the man probably ’cause she don’t wanna f-ckboys (don’t wanna)
so listen
i’ma go harder than your favorite f-ckin’ rapper, b-tch (yeah, yeah)
pull up to the spot with a joint rolled and a baddie with me and i’m looking so dapper, b-tch, yeah (looking so dapper, b-tch)
x-ing out all my exes (my exes)
none of them are in texas (in texas)
they tested me like -ssessments (-ssessments)
no wonder why you so restless (yeah)
no wonder why you on the guest list (yeah)
you ain’t here for connections (yeah)
you just here to act wreckless (wreckless)
calling everybody best friend
f-ck that, can’t relate
i’m already in another state
i’m already on another plate
i’m eating good that’s every day, yeah, uh, oh
oh, that’s every day
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