No Games lyrics

[Intro: Lil Snupe]
Lil Snupe, hah!
Mane these n*ggas playin with me mane
Like I ain't the same lil n*gga, you know
Like I won't f*ck em up
Real sh*t
Look

[Verse: Lil Snupe]
pus*y ass n*gga, watch it when you say my name
f*ck around and make me call my n*gga Mr. Cane
I put some change on yo brain, make em show up to yo street and hit you up with number flame
See pus*y ass n*gga better watch it
'Cus n*ggas already know about us snoopin
They know I'm bout it, ain't nothing changed but the money
n*gga still lives 100, I run up on you in public
And put that thing to yo stomach, pus*y!
You better watch it, I ain't no motherf*ckin rookie
I do my thang, swear to God I'm off the chain
You better stay up on yo lane
'Cus I got some n*ggas that show up and erase yo ass out the game
f*ck n*gga
You playin with Snupe? Well f*ck around and get touched n*gga
I'm the same n*gga, yea ya'll know wussup n*gga
Johannesburg, yea we dunk er
And if you ain't from down here, don't even come round here
Cause we'll let yo stupid ass flat
You pus*y ass f*ckin jet
I hit you up with the mack, from the front and from the back
Free Charlie Brown, until they let my daddy free
I swear to God that I'm a hold it down
You say that you a f*ckin gangsta, well come to my hood
You say that everything all bad, we will bust you all good
Yea we got some f*ckin choppers
I hit you with yo mama
We shopped and we ain't talkin f*ckin commas
b*tch we bout that f*ckin drama
I stay strapped n*gga, I stay strapped n*gga
Pistol like gonorrhea to give yo ass the clap n*gga
Man we got the max n*gga
Pistol like Fat Joe, it'll make you lean back n*gga
And it's coming from out my head, this real sh*t
I got homies who'll come get you, real quick
You don't know me, got homies that's real mean
Long time in that real beam
Put codeine on yo ass
f*ck some codeine on yo ass
I got homie that'll get full of weed and them boys will really show up and just stomp yo ass, pus*y
n*gga you already know it
And we bought everything you bought and we a f*ckin show it
And I ain't number 17 but I've been outchea on my own
I got pistols that jump but I got max who comin so broke
Got n*ggas who call me up, they my age
But n*ggas we got sh*t and we comin with hella K's
f*ck minimum wage, I feel like I got minimum days
But I got homies with me and they got maximum K's
b*tch
f*ck wrong with you? You'd better chill
Before I f*ck around and show you it's real
Give a f*ck bout the deal
I forget about that sh*t
And get throw up at yo house, get to splittin extra sh*t
Get to hittin extra sh*t, you a pus*y ass boy
This ain't Fisher-Price, I ain't no motherf*ckin toy
n*gga I'm Lil Snupe, you say that you the motherf*ckin truth
Then call me when you show up to the motherf*ckin proof n*gga
[Outro]