Polluted Paradise Chetta (Ft. $uicideboy$)

[Intro: Project Pat]
This ain't no game, nigga, how in the fuck you figure?
You try punkin' us, you'll feel the blast of my trigger
Straight from the honeycomb, smokin' on the sack
I got my rep and cock it back, then the bodies stack
This ain't no game, nigga, how in the fuck you figure?
You try punkin' us, you'll feel the blast of my trigger
Straight from the honeycomb, smokin' on the sack
I got my rep and cock it back, then the bodies stack
This ain't no game, nigga, how in the fuck you figure?
You try punkin' us, you'll feel the blast of my trigger
Straight from the honeycomb, smokin' on the sack
I got my rep and cock it back, then the bodies stack

[Verse 1: Chetta]
Fill up my cup to the tip, it's a must
I'ma pour above the rim, 2Pac with the tuss
I could mix a combination, lil' 'Tech, lil' Act'
Show up deep like conversation, let me live, let me act
Real talk, vision vivid, I done seen body bags
Toe-for-toe with any victim, I done shook killers' hands
Talking money over grams, wrapping bricks up with saran
Couple homies off the tan, air 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
Swerv-swervin' in my spaceship
Dipping in my stash shit, they cannot relate shit
Never on no fake shit, lames wanna jump shift
Stack 'em up like 'roids, bitch, bye