Kevin Flum - No Chill Lyrics

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 ass 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 kill shit it's good riddance (wooh)
I just wanna be the greatest
Life ain't really no piece of cake shit (yeah)
Blind to it all I don't see the fake shit (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 shit another time (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Probably save that shit just for another line
Got some others things to cover (cover)
Fucked 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 damn high that I'm never low (low)
Yet I stay low-key 'cause you never know (know)
And I'm getting hella 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 bitch 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)
Damn, 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 fuckboys
I don't really give a fuck, boy (yeah)
Why's your girl calling me the man probably 'cause she don't wanna fuckboys (don't wanna)
So listen
I'ma go harder than your favorite fuckin' rapper, bitch (yeah, yeah)
Pull up to the spot with a joint rolled and a baddie with me and I'm looking so dapper, bitch, yeah (looking so dapper, bitch)
X-ing out all my exes (my exes)
None of them are in Texas (in Texas)
They tested me like assessments (assessments)
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
Fuck 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