No Games

Lyrics

[Intro: Stevie Stone] Ugh! Shaah! Bukshot! Stevie Stone! Get 'em! [Verse 1: Bukshot] I came for the payday Don't pay up, I may slay This beat made by AK, we come through, you vacate Been down since Rough Side Real shit, no tough guy Hate me, yeah, some try Foul words, yeah, Buk fly From the streets of Louisville, they stay pissed off But if they really want your Rolex, chop your wrist off Blast off with the mask on, track's hot, this damn song Ready to put your name on a milk jug, people scream they man's gone! Why you looking at me funny like you got a problem? I won't hesitate to drop you, I come from the bottom How I do that, keep them haters too mad This fuck shit how they act They take shots, we shoot back [Chorus: Stevie Stone] You should watch how you movin' in the field, homie, it can cost you Ain't nothing to do, wouldn't see it coming when them boys off you Don't-Don't play no-no games, no-no changes Even though them boys famous, 'bout to pull up out the stainless Hit your body with a buckshot, you don't get an invitation Somebody then got popped, found his phone's location Don't-Don't play no-no-no games, no changes Even though them boys famous, 'bout to pull up out the stainless Hit your body with a buckshot [Verse 2: Jrumma] Jrumma! I got enemies, I took a stand with my feet in the sand But they cannot fuck with my energy (naw!) Y'all holding grudges but I'm holding nothing but love for the ones that been sending me (facts) Positive vibes, they sick of they lies but using my songs as a remedy (woo) Igniting a fire that's burning inside of a giant like How in the fuck did I fill this drum clip with buckshots? You don't gotta duck if you be good We be feeling like a million dollars baby pulling the plug on them bitches like Eastwood (woo) I can't take it (naw), numbers lie in this matrix (truce) You claim that I'm sleeping on shit that you dropping But I have never ever heard of your fake hits (haha) Guess I got depth perception, never let ends meet like a bad connection Y'all blow my phone up like debt collectors, I just do a deaf impression Leave 'em with a chest impression (pop), make your knees buckle up Never saw me coming like a sucker punch Tried to keep it humble but put me on a song with Uncle Buk And I'ma fuck it up, Bourbon City, Kentucky, what's up? [Chorus: Stevie Stone] You should watch how you movin' in the field, homie, it can cost you Ain't nothing to do, wouldn't see it coming when them boys off you Don't-Don't play no-no games, no-no changes Even though them boys famous, 'bout to pull up out the stainless Hit your body with a buckshot, you don't get an invitation Somebody then got popped, found his phone's location Don't-Don't play no-no-no games, no changes Even though them boys famous, 'bout to pull up out the stainless Hit your body with a buckshot [Verse 3: B. Good The Artist] Be prepared to bring your best in battle If you boast and bragging bumping hella babble Go getters out for ghetty green Grand jury says I'm guilty time to drop the gavel Overrule the opposition often dissing On a mission to overthrow Only those outside my operation Observation made that system overload I'm Dame Dash with a dapper dame Draped up, hit a dab a day Tit for tat I give my ticks a task And they'll be huntin' heartless, hitting hard like hash So ease off evil easily With actions always appeasing me Real rugrats ripping and running so rugged Tell 'em, take that, take that, for the team Now it's imperative that you ingest this info All slithering serpents get stomped on by steel-toed shoes for living sinful I'm ten toes in this tempo, and hit tenfold on my target Rubber band cracks, realest ain't wanting the snap back from B. Good The Artist [Chorus: Stevie Stone] You should watch how you movin' in the field, homie, it can cost you Ain't nothing to do, wouldn't see it coming when them boys off you Don't-Don't play no-no games, no-no changes Even though them boys famous, 'bout to pull up out the stainless Hit your body with a buckshot, you don't get an invitation Somebody then got popped, found his phone's location Don't-Don't play no-no-no games, no changes Even though them boys famous, 'bout to pull up out the stainless Hit your body with a buckshot