No Games

[Intro]
(I said "bro made a call and he came, long live Bro he feeling like [?]") (Huh, let's go, huh)
(Let's go, let's go)
(This shit getting different, gotta stay low) (Huh)
(Let's go, gotta stay low) (Huh, huh, huh, huh)
([?] on the beat)
(Long live the men, mhm, huh)

[Chorus]
I don't fuck with the 5, I don't fuck with the 6
And I'm one of them ones so I can't ever slip
And I'm deep in the mix, so I stay with that switch
And I'm gonna go up to 50, start bumping that shit
And I'm gonna go up to 50, can't duck
And jhi tripped up, now his ass outta luck
Now I'm smoking on Feet 'cause I heard he got stuck
He got hit with that Drac', he got hit by a bus
When I go on that hill, [?] better duck
And a nigga [?], his ass got the fuck
And bro made a call then he came
He was bumping that Drac', he was feeling like [?]
We be standing on business, this shit ain't no game
If you speaking on Brodie you gon' feel this rain
You can go ask cuz, I don't play no games

[Verse]
Can't ride in no fish 'cause this shit ain't the same
I'ma go out to fish 'cause I'm geeking
Two niggas hopped with Drac's and blew his ass up
Fatass got Drac', had the whole hood [?]
He got hit in his neck and it fucked up his breathing
He got hit in his face now he look like he teething
Can't come where he stay, gotta move for that reason
And I'm straight from the V, I don't fuck with the Y
How the fuck you my man? We don't see eye to eye
When I thug with the reapers, send shit to the sky
And it used to be Drac' now it's .300 Black
And it's .300 Black, it's a Mini
Now I make that bitch fully and slap on the 60
You can ask Lil' _ how I live with that drizzy
Your name Lil' Ricky, I ain't calling you Dizzy
And I went down the 3, I was banging my 50
Had a gen four 20 and I slapped on the switchy
And I had 23 and bro had that drizzy
How you talking 'bout V, you ain't even get with me
How you talking 'bout V and y'all don't even spin
And I shot me some niggas, I'll shoot 'em again
You ain't standing on business, I spin for the men
I can't go out like Carti, I'ma pop me a ten
I'ma throw up them Cs 'cause he went off that Fent'
If I catch me a rapper, bet shit got sent
Ain't gon' speak about shit but you know how it went
In the KillMoe post saying a rapper got sent
If I ever get caught then I'm standing on ten
Heard your car hit this side, bet you won't do it again
Nigga long live Bro he was bumping that ten
[?], that's my man, I ain't beefing with Simp
Free GSO Glock and free all the men
Keep talking 'bout GTA 5, gon' up it again and die before GTA 6, on bruh

[Chorus]
I don't fuck with the 5, I don't fuck with the 6
And I'm one of them ones so I can't ever slip
And I'm deep in the mix, so I stay with that switch
And I'm gonna go up to 50, start bumping that shit
And I'm gonna go up to 50, can't duck
And jhi tripped up, now his ass outta luck
Now I'm smoking on Feet 'cause I heard he got stuck
He got hit with that Drac', he got hit by a bus
When I go on that hill, [?] better duck
And a nigga [?], his ass got the fuck
And bro made a call then he came
He was bumping that Drac', he was feeling like [?]
We be standing on business, this shit ain't no game
If you speaking on Brodie you gon' feel this rain
You can go ask cuz, I don't play no games