No Games

Drake the rapper style king Von style rap song twenty-twenty-five... yeah... 
They think it's a game... nah... 
Wrist on froze, like a winter in Oslo
They Ain’t no playin’ games…
We takin’ em off the map… Whole damn map.
Get the fuck back… enemies gettin’ wiped off like a stain.
(Yeah. I don't do cap, that shit a dead trap)
Hundred round drum, make a nigga fall flat. (Boom)
Talkin' that tough shit, where your shooters at? (Where they at?)
Sendin' them hitters, they know where you at. (On God)
GPS locked, ain't no escapin' that. (Nah)
Red dot beams, turn your whole crew to scrap. (Pew Pew)
We ain't playin' nice, this ain't a damn craps game
We uppin the score ain't nothing the same
Got brothers to feed, so I'm constantly schemin'
Eliminating targets, you ain't believing
These rappers a joke, they straight up deceiving
We Ain’t no playin’ games(No games). 
We takin’ em off the map… (Whole damn map.) 
Get the fuck back… enemies gettin’ wiped off like a stain.