No Games

[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