Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Games, artist - Soulja Boy. Date of issue: 27.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Games |
| These niggas, they lame |
| A .223 bullets’ll blow out his brain |
| It’s a bird, it’s a bullet, it’s a plane |
| Bust down Cartier, bitch, ain’t no Plain Jane |
| Those plain ass watches be lookin' so lame |
| I be shittin' on niggas, I be playin' Xbox |
| I don’t be really, no playin' no games (Ooh, yeah, ad, let’s go) |
| I be hittin' at niggas, I’m grabbin' my choppa |
| I’m aimin' at head, I’m bustin' his brain |
| You will never, ever, ever, ever be worth thirty million, lil' nigga |
| That’s 'cause you is lame |
| I’m Big Draco, lil' nigga, don’t play with my aim |
| I’m stompin' you out and I’m snatchin' your chain |
| Oh, my bad, you ain’t got no chain |
| Pussy lil' nigga, you broke as the fuck 'cause you lame |
| .223 bullets gon' blow out your… hol' on |
| Hol' on, I been in the trap for so long |
| Bust down my chain, it look like a snow cone |
| I send a bullet to hit from the end zone |
| The trap jump like a yo-yo |
| The .76 bullets, they bounce like a pogo |
| Rick’ll shoot .223 bullets, gon' hit out the studio |
| I’m sippin' Dawn, who love sippin' car soap? |
| 'Migo, bitch, I got cheese like Dorito |
| I’m 'bout my chips like some Fritos |
| We takin' shots soon as I’m uppin' my Glock |
| It’s gon take like you sippin' on Tito |
| I beat the block down like Carlito |
| If I spot a opp through the peephole, I shoot with my Draco |
| Uppin' my choppa that shoot when I say so |
| Got a hundred rich stacks in the Winniebago, rah, bitch |
| These niggas, they lame |
| A .223 bullets’ll blow out his brain |
| It’s a bird, it’s a bullet, it’s a plane |
| Bust down Cartier, bitch, ain’t no Plain Jane |
| Those plain ass watches be lookin' so lame |
| I be shittin' on niggas, I be playin' Xbox |
| I don’t be really, no playin' no games |
| I be hittin' at niggas, I’m grabbin' my choppa |
| I’m aimin' at head, I’m bustin' his brain |
| These niggas, they lame |
| A .223 bullets’ll blow out his brain |
| It’s a bird, it’s a bullet, it’s a plane |
| Bust down Cartier, bitch, ain’t no Plain Jane |
| Those plain ass watches be lookin' so lame |
| I be shittin' on niggas, I be playin' Xbox |
| I don’t be really, no playin' no games |
| I be hittin' at niggas, I’m grabbin' my choppa |
| I’m aimin' at head, I’m bustin' his brain |