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