No Games

[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