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Future]
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these hoes
They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
No games⦠no games⦠no gamesâ¦
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these hoes
They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, noâ¦
It ain't no bottles on your table, pussy boy, go get your guap up
(Niggas slide⦠niggas rideâ¦)
Hustlin' is a habit and we may not see tomorrow
(Niggas wanna take mine, huh? Shitâ¦)
The world is yours, I've got âem callin' me Tony
Double M on the top, nigga, we bigger than Sony
If you step on my toes, I'll write your name on my wall (boss)
He claim he a soldier, fold up this flag for his momma
I've got gold in my blood, born the son of a king
I'm as real as they come, Lord, it's a wonderful dream
On the farm Farrakhan gave me my first Quran
We joined hands, said a prayer, may Allah bless the Don
Ain't nowhere to run, already sold out the seats
We been them niggas, better go ask the freaks
Lipstick on my cheeks, extortion all through my vowsâ¦
They say it's suspicious all of this money I found
Go give me the crown, you niggas been in denial
We the hottest niggas out, my nigga Kanye'll vouch
The devil in a dress â Rozay in the chest
Pusha it to the limit, it's a OG in the flesh
Countach on the prowl, Lamborghinis I fiend
Ferrari addiction, bitch, it's a wonderful thing
I need me a needle cause Double R like to lean
Mastermind on the way, top of 2014
Petticoat is in that Rafe
Heard they said I look like steak
All these fuckin' ass fish â niggas, take a look at my face
I was never known for rentin'
Nah, gon' and take a look at my place
Paper taggin' when I mash, glide, do it like a nigga on skates
I don't even think they see me â hoes disappear, Houdini
I get what I wanna, you would think I own a genie
If I ain't on my corner, probably on your TV
Pimpin' these hoes like Joseline â Why
you
do
that,
Stevie?
I play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony
I put cheese on you rats, get hit with that macaroni
âBout them collard greens, all these rappers be acting phoney
You sold your soul for some food and went broke, now you're salty
You want your cornbread?
Give me that, give me that, give me that!
Niggas, that's old bread
Spendin' that, flippin' that, get it back with my old heads
Small face hundred, my nigga, we call that more bread
You don't want me goin' in (Meek Mill)
Niggas talkin' reckless, but they barely movin' records
Niggas talkin' Rayful, but can't even move a pebble
BANG,
BANG,
BANG,
BANG,
BANG!
BANG,
BANG,
BANG,
BANG,
BANG!
They shootin' at whoever
Look â ain't tryna be no killer
But I know I got beaucoup of âem that's with me
âDuce or that Remy â quit âem if they linger
You give âem Jordan feet
I give these hoes one time, no finger
BANG,
BANG,
BANG,
BANG,
BANG!
Too raw for these niggas
Wale Folarin, I'm playin' âem all
Like A-Rod to these niggas
And I pick âem apart with that flow
And my car beyond what y'all drove
And I got a few top optional
Every night is Mardi Gras, hoe
And I heard your boy just came home
So we down in Florida, Joe
We're ain't playin' no more
I'm finna bully you artists being incognito
[Future
- Album:
- No Games
- No Games (Remix)