Kenzo Balla - No Games lyrics

Grrah-grrah, boom, like
(Like, what?) Every opp shot
(Like, how?) Everything dead
Grrah-grrah, boom every opp shot (Grrah)
(Move over Denzel) ahh

I'ma flock, I ain't playin' no game
I get caught, I ain't saying no names
Get back gang, I be itchin' to flame
Flock a nigga, put him on a chain
And free Flocka nigga, that's the gang
I'm tryna drop a nigga when I aim
Get up on him, close range
Let it off, don't play
Tell my bitch, like, "I love you"
I won't never put no one above you
And I dare a nigga, try to touch you
I'ma start uppin' and lettin' my gun boom
And she know the vibes, I come through
Knocker hit a nigga wit' the one-two
And I do this shit because I want to


You know when you down when you want
You can come when you want to

Why the fuck niggas dissin' the fifth?
Like, they brother not up in a spliff
Kenzo Balla, Mr Ready To-Blitz
Let me know, it's heavy, it's lit
I'ma grab the Barretta and click
Aim for his melon, hit him in his shit
New designer, all I wear is drip
Hit his body, watch a nigga flinch
Try to spin through my block
We gon' dump at the whip
It get lit, then we spinnin' that block
You get shot if you fuck wit' the opps
They said that they up it but
They know that they not
Bad lil' bitch wit' me, holdin' the knock
And if it get lit, she gon' blow on the spot
You don't gotta ask, you know i'ma flock
I'm movin' 'maculate, she know I'm the wokk
Like sippin' wokk, wit' the wockies
He get shot, if he oppy
And if you riding, let me know you got me
Niggas watch the wave and then they copy
I'm on top, ain't no nigga could stop me
Still made salad when shit got rocky
Free the bros on the rock, gettin' ocky
Movin' tact 'cause the feds tryna lock me
Fuck all the talkin', come and shake it
I see the vibes, I know you wanna taste it
If you fuckin' wit' me, you on gang shit
And my bitch bad, she could never be basic
If I give you my time, don't waste it
'Cause i'on got time for that lame shit
I ain't really wit' the playing games shit
I'm tryna run a bag up wit' the same bitch
Chrome heart, wit' Amiri
When we spin, it get scary
I'ma flock this shit so don't you dare me
Keep it real, all these lil' niggas fear me
If it's lit, I ain't tuckin' the knocks
Got the knocker on me, movin' hot
We been clickin', buggin' on the opps
And no, we ain't stoppin' 'til a nigga drop
She know what's up
She fuckin' wit' a real nigga
Niggas fake, that's why i'on feel niggas
Sneak dissin', make me wanna kill nigga
On the 50's, I grew up wit' real hitters
He can't come to my side, he a rat
If you see him, leave him on his back
In the V wit' the grip on my lap
He tried to duck and got hit in his hat, like

I'ma flock, I ain't playin' no game
I get caught, I ain't saying no names
Get back gang, I be itchin' to flame
Flock a nigga, put him on a chain
Every Flocka nigga, that's the gang
I'm tryna drop a nigga when I aim
Get up on him, close range
Let it off, don't play
Tell my bitch, like, "I love you"
I won't never put no one above you
And I dare a nigga, try to touch you
I'm Mr up it, and lettin' my gun boom
And she know the vibes, I come through
Knocker hit a nigga wit' the one-two
And I do this shit because I want to
You know when you down when you want
You can come when you want to, like

Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom every opp shot
Ahh