No Games

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Uh, Thugger [Verse 1: Young Thug] I got my back against the wall Bitch with me no flaws She above the law 'cause she take care of my dawg I'm the principal, listen to my jaws I'm the type of animal you can't control Yeah, bitch, I'm a warrior, my skin red like seminoles Speakin' of red, my penis is sponsored by Red Bottom These bitches want everybody My whole brew, we got problems They old man just sittin' back watchin' They gon' kill us and we can't stop They just know we are the profit Hit the club, they know we got it Hit the club dressed in like poppin' We gon' fuck up all the profit Got all of these bitches bossin' for my boxers We gon' eat 'em, we gon' feed 'em to them divas Yeah, them divas run with heaters They gon' leave you for your maker No Anita, but I'm bakin' Lots of pizza's what I'm makin' Them tortillas, I'm not fakin', we got bacons Yeah, dropped a thirty at the dentist, lil' nigga, no Shy I got sixties for the cream, I feel like a pie Yeah, Young Thugger, man, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, we keep drippin', you know what I'm sayin'? [Chorus: Young Thug] How the hell a nigga think he playin' games And he know that YSL don't play no games with 'em? No, how the hell a nigga think he playin' games And he know that MPA don't play no games? No, how the hell a nigga think he playin' games And he know that YSL gon' bust his brain? Ayy, I'm gon' bust his brains, no MPA gon' bust his brains [Verse 2: Bricc Baby] Pistol in my hand, back against the wall I'ma play the game, win, lose or draw All I have is my word and my fuckin' balls And this forty on my waist to get the problem solved Thugger, tell 'em we don't play I quit school 'cause of recess, nigga, I ain't with no games If [?] was a rat, it'll probably be my face These fuck niggas wanna play I'll turn 'em Christian like Ma$e I put that on the gang, I grew up on some other shit Snatchin' chains and sellin' niggas dummy bricks And, shit, he might tell 'em, they don't know who they fuckin' with I'm so slime, that's a shout to Young Thugger, bitch Fuck that nigga you fuckin' with 'cause he ain't me I really had a quarter mill' at twenty-three You can search tall trees at the bottom of the sea Nigga, please, the don't make 'em like me I done got shot then shot back Robbed niggas and got jacked Sold dope then got cracked Then I hit the brick then bounced back Now what the fuck you call that? A real nigga, so Thug, please ask 'em one question, bro [Chorus: Young Thug] How the hell a nigga think he playin' games And he know that YSL don't play no games with 'em? No, how the hell a nigga think he playin' games And he know that MPA don't play no games? No, how the hell a nigga think he playin' games And he know that YSL gon' bust his brain? Ayy, I'm gon' bust his brains, no MPA gon' bust his brains