[Intro: Martin Cabello]
I will scalp your ass, I'm not even gonna lie, if you was my enemy, and they let me, like, I'd literally, from one earlobe all the way up to the top, right to the other one, and we'd—, I'd peel that shit back in one giant swoop
(Gore Street)
(Boss mafia)

[Chorus]
Skinned for cash, I take his head and pin it down
I grab my saw out the muh'fuckin' back
We smoke the flesh of a muh'fuckin rat
Bend yo' bitch just like a dog, I'ma hit it from the back
I don't fuck with anaesthesia, I guess God ain't on yo' side
Take his skin and peel it hard off the motherfuckin' side
I feel like I'm Punchmade, give you fent' pills, watch you die
Turn his face into a mask, leave it on the porch to dry (Gore Street)
On the black market, traffic limbs, screamin' "Free Ross"
Bitch could throat me everyday and I still would call her boss
My new shawty off like eight lines tweakin' while she on my balls
Smiley mask reppin', bitch, I keep it on my jaw

[Bridge]
Skinned for cash
Skinned for cash
Skinned for cash
Skinned for cash

[Verse]
Buildin' made of brick, whole gang on a corner, I just took his bitch
Get him skinned, get him skinned for cash, on the black market selling limbs
For you, she strip for cash, on Gore Street, she gon' throw it on a whim
We got big-ass poles, don't you step inside the fuckin' crib
That motherfucker bit off more than he can chew wit' it
Carjack a stupid bitch, I'm bumpin' Putrid Stu in it
She gon' rail coke off my dick, she a stupid bitch
I could put a cap right in yo' head and not be losin' shit
Y'all some motherfuckin' sneak dissers on some stupid shit
Twelve bodies, one for each inch of the ruler clip
He let his bitch, get the scissor dick and he was cool wit' it
Been abusin' Benny's bitch, I think that I am losin' it
[Chorus]
Skinned for cash, I take his head and pin it down
I grab my saw out the muh'fuckin' back
We smoke the flesh of a muh'fuckin rat
Bend yo' bitch just like a dog, I'ma hit it from the back
I don't fuck with anaesthesia, I guess God ain't on yo' side
Take his skin and peel it hard off the motherfuckin' side
I feel like I'm Punchmade, give you fent' pills, watch you die
Turn his face into a mask, leave it on the porch to dry

[Outro: Martin Cabello]
I'm not even gonna cut the back of your nape, like you know, so it comes off smoothly, I'm just—, I'm gonna rip so I can get some skin maybe down off your back (Gore Street)
Puncture some holes in there to hang your scalp, with—, in the sun so when everything dry, I can trim that—, that nasty part off, as apposed to poking holes and shit in the scalp itself when I try to stretch it, you know what I'm saying? I mean—, mean everyone knows when you—, when you—, when you—, when you—, you—, you—, you scalpin' people you gotta dry it