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