Polluted Paradise (feat. $uicideboy$)

This ain't no game, nigga How in the fuck you figure You try to pocket less you feel the blast from my trigger Straight from the honeycombs Smoking on the sack Got my grip and cock it back Let the bodies stack This ain't no game, nigga How in the fuck you figure You try to pocket less you feel the blast from my trigger Straight from the honeycombs Smoking on the sack Got my grip and cock it back Let the bodies stack This ain't no game, nigga How in the fuck you figure You try to pocket less you feel the blast from my trigger Straight from the honeycombs Smoking on the sack Got my grip and cock it back Let the bodies stack This ain't no game, nigga How in the fuck you figure You try to pocket less you feel the blast from my trigger Straight from the honeycombs Smoking on the sack Got my grip and cock it back Let the bodies stack (Ah) Fill up my cup to the tip it's must, I'm a pour up on the rim Tupac with the Tus I can mix a combination, Lil Tec, Lil Act Show up deep like conversation, Let me live, Let me act Real talk vision vivid, I done seen body bags Two for two with any victim, I done shook killas hands Talking money over grams, Wrapping bricks up with Saran Couple homies off a ten, Ay, you out you a fan Hmm Well I'll be god damned but god don't exist so, I guess it's just damn From a whole nother planet, Hoppin out the trans am, Smokey the bandit Swervin in my space ship, Tipping in my stash shit Thinking I relate shit, Never on no fake shit Lames wanna jump ship, Stack em up like roids bitch Pop This ain't no game, nigga How in the fuck you figure You try to pocket less you feel the blast from my trigger Straight from the honeycombs Smoking on the sack Got my grip and cock it back Let the bodies stack ($ui-$ui-$ui) $wervin in that 'Burban Couple murdas make the bodies stack Gotta problem then kill me fuck boy you know it's simple as that Back pack with the black gat, black mask Blow gas now I'm in a fucking black trans Fuck a cop save the life of a black man Fuck a op tape him up in a black van Who am I boy? Lucifer in the flesh Who are you? Just another closer to the death Straight out the 7th ward Me and $now Leopard trapping All the limbs we hacking From the fuckin bodies stacking The fucking crazy manic When I'm in the cut don't panic This ain't no game, nigga How in the fuck you figure You try to pocket less you feel the blast from my trigger Straight from the honeycombs Smoking on the sack Got my grip and cock it back Let the bodies stack Bitch I be that ice cold polar young white polar bear Snatch yo ass so quick, Try it now bitch I know you there Focus on the glare hoes know that I don't care, But they don't know that I don't give a fuck Two bumps of the dust, So I snort it up tryna test my luck, I can never get enough I don't fuck with drugs Now I'm bouta snatch blood Leave you full of bugs Leave you full of fuckin slugs See you on the cotton when I'm feeling at my mug Gun tucked mean you had to get plugged Re-up now I'm slumped fucking duckin out Truck still parked in the yard nah I ain't going out You a sitting duck because whenever I run out of drugs again I'm gonna find you and put you in the trunk Now ya hoe getting fucked from the back While Im crumbling this weed tryna roll a blunt This ain't no game, nigga