[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

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]

Uh, 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

[Bridge: Project Pat & $lick $loth]

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 ($ui-$ui-$ui)

[Verse 2: $lick $loth]

Swervin' in that 'burban

Couple murders make the bodies stack

Got a problem, then kill me

Fuckboy, you know it's as simple as that

Backpack with that black gat, black mask

Blow gas now I'm in the fucking black trans

Fuck a cop, save the life of a black man

Fuck a opp, tip 'em up in a black van

Who am I? Boy, Lucifer in the flesh

Who are you? Just another closer 'to death

Straight out the 7th Ward

Me and $now Leopard trappin'

All the limbs we hackin'

From the fucking bodies stackin'

The fucking crazy manic

When I'm in the cut, don't panic

[Bridge: 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

[Verse 3: Ruby da Cherry]

Bitch, I be that ice-cold young white polar bear

Snatch your life so quick, try and hide, bitch, I know you there

Focus on the glare, hoes know that I don't care

But they don't know I don't give a fuck

Two bucks with the ducks, I'ma snort it up

Try and test my luck, I can never get enough

Out of fuckin' drugs, now I'm 'bout to snatch blood

Leave you full of bugs, leave you full of fuckin' slugs

See you on the carton when I'm fillin' up my mug

Gun tucked, man, you had to get plucked

Re-up, now I'm stuck fucking ducking out

Truck stay parked in the yard, I ain't going now

You a sitting duck because whenever I run out of drugs again

I'ma find you and put you in the trunk

Now your ho getting fucked from the back

While I'm crumbling this weed tryna roll a fucking blunt

[Outro: Project Pat]

This ain't no game, nigga