Robert John & Lil Jay Wop & Yash - No Games Lyrics

Niggas better stop playing with a nigga 2020 my niggas taking over
Yeah, no cap, aye
I said Dev got em iced out yeah
F*ck that shawty with the lights out
If she play she getting piped down
Big glocks
Close range
Mobbin' with the gang, ain't playin' no games
Smokin' hella gas, this ain't no propane
And lil' shawty off the wall, she love the cocaine
We tote big sticks
Get yo' wig split
I can't wife that bitch, I let the clique hit
And my niggas on that rich shit
Closet full of Gucci, all my niggas keep that big drip
I don't even got front
I don't gotta flex
I'd rather put on for the set and then collect a check
I run it back to jersey, then I hop right off the jet
I'm hitting LAX and wondering where I'll be next
I'm staying fresh like Nikes
My stocks look like a swoosh
Bitch I started with a Kia
Now I got me a coupe
I'm talking 4 - Door - Rolls, with the stars on the roof
You can pass me the Henny bitch I stick to the juice
Send that hoe to the moon
Made her wet like monsoon
Imma f*ck her by noon
And call the Uber at 2
She said that I'm too rude
But I just stick to the rules
I just can't be wifing bitches I just stay on the move
And I'll be gone until the summer so don't hit me bout some dumb shit
(Woah)
I don't wanna break my fo-cus
Sticking to the plan
Put that bullshit to the side
You can never reach my level
I can't see you eye to eye
Big glocks
Close range
Mobbin' with the gang, ain't playin' no games
Smokin' hella gas, this ain't no propane
And lil' shawty off the wall, she love the cocaine
We tote big sticks
Get yo' wig split
I can't wife that bitch, I let the clique hit
And my niggas on that rich shit
Closet full of Gucci, all my niggas keep that big drip
See me
Flexing
Yeah I take ya shawty in a second
Foreign
Whippin'
And I'm in your state causing havoc
So I thought that I would never have it
Now I pull up to the spot, brand new Patek
All this ice on my wrist, drippin' I can't stand it
And your shawty belong to the clique, yeah she branded
Feel like I been alone, feeling stranded
Now she calling up my phone
Calling doing damage
Saying all these lies like I don't know what just happened
I don't listen to you cause I know you just be capping
Capping
Why you rapping
Boy you really think that you be slapping
Undefeated yeah you see me running
They all start to worry cause they it's my season
Big glocks
Close range
Mobbin' with the gang, ain't playin' no games
Smokin' hella gas, this ain't no propane
And lil' shawty off the wall, she love the cocaine
We tote big sticks
Get yo' wig split
I can't wife that bitch, I let the clique hit
And my niggas on that rich shit
Closet full of Gucci, all my niggas keep that big drip