Текст песни Polluted Paradise - Chetta , $uicideboy$

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 money call
Smoking on the sack
Got my grip and cock it back
Get the money 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 money call
Smoking on the sack
Got my grip and cock it back
Get the money 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 money call
Smoking on the sack
Got my grip and cock it back
Get the money 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 money call
Smoking on the sack
Got my grip and cock it back
Get the money 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
Smoke eat a 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
Ha

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 money call
Smoking on the sack
Got my grip and cock it back
Get the money stack

($ui-$ui-$ui)
$wervin in that 'Burban
Couple murdas make the body scatta
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 money call
Smoking on the sack
Got my grip and cock it back
Get the money 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