[Chorus: Hysteria]
Damn, boutta hit a bam, gonna spam.
Gonna slam this camera in your face, better run.
Gun to your face, how fun, you done.
I've won you stun, you my son.
Push you in the mud, it's filled with blood.
Hit you with the dash, cam.
Fucking your shit up, there's blood on the kill cam.

[Verse 1: Hysteria]
Dignity with me, you can't beat me.
shooting shots, three deep.
I'm a creep while you sleep.
Gonna sneak in peak, I'm a freak.
Her legs shaking weak.
I can't operate, how can I copaorate.
I can't separate, gotta accelerate.
Decorate my discography, enormously, flawlessly.
I'm normally, formally, a blood demon.
I'm abnormally, informally, a stud freeman.
Where the fuck am I going with this.
I don't know but I know he missed in the mist of a bliss.
Her small pretty dress, got me pressed.
Shouldn't it give me a rest, nah.
I'm more impressed with her breast. (dawg)
He want his shit rocked, clocked, knocked, shocked.
His hands locked to a cock, whilst mine to a glock.
Vampire girl, white pearls, cute swirls, truth curls.
Shoot a gun, now he spun, one on one.
She's a devil girl, careful girl.
Scars on white tee, help me.
He keep bothering, now I'm slaughtering.
His dash got zeros on em, I don't want him.
He never won, only one, he done, he dumb, make him numb.
I glorified daß, I called him out, now he gonna throw a lil tantrum.
Tipped my hat to madam she called me handsome.
On the street I spit fire, I don't even need a group.
Hop in the coupe, cause a loop, I'm a troop, shoot the dude.
You changed my mood now you screwed.
My hands covered in blood, hit him in the dome, a thud.
[Chorus: Hysteria]
Damn, boutta hit a bam, gonna spam.
Gonna slam this camera in your face, better run.
Gun to your face, how fun, you done.
I've won you stun, you my son.
Push you in the mud, it's filled with blood.
Hit you with the dash, cam.
Fucking your shit up, there's blood on the kill cam.

[Verse 2: TRŪST]
Pissing in his lean cup, what's up.
We was chilling in the club, till bud decided he was gonna be a dumb stud and clocked my jaw.
This was the last straw, as if there was one in the begining.
He think he funny, so I threw some money to his honey.
Shake that ass bitch.
He threw another hand, caught it, it wasn't planned.
I threw my hand against this motherfuckers face.
He better stand his base, he didn't.
He did a Tay K, and did the race.
Me and the boys chase after him, we ain't letting him win.
Pussy boys skin is thin.
I could kill him if I put a pin in him.
Don't need that cause imma kill him with this pen.
It's been ten minutes, we caught him lacking.
Block him around the block, now he blocking.
We just socking him, mocking him.
Now I'm cocking this glock, he better not run.
OH SHIT, HE RUNNIN.
We on elm street, we find him, blind him.
Me and the boys hear his voice, he better enjoy this.
We causing noise, a car down the street catching this.
Man came out the car, pussy bit dead on the floor.
What more could this man bring, he can catch it in the ring.
Me and the boys run to the mans car, we gonna swing.
Smashed his dome on the hood, this stronger than wood.
Pounding, surrounding, and counting how many times he caught our hands.
Bad bitch in black makeup, made her backup.
She was in his car, she thick, so I told her
"bitch shut the fuck up before I put my dick in her stick."
Don't snitch, don't be a bitch, shh.
We found out he had his dash cam on.
I'm still focused on this girl, she perfect scenery.
We watching we know we hit a bam.
Damn we spam the hands.
We got his blood on the Killcam.
[Chorus: Hysteria]
Damn, boutta hit a bam, gonna spam.
Gonna slam this camera in your face, better run.
Gun to your face, how fun, you done.
I've won you stun, you my son.
Push you in the mud, it's filled with blood.
Hit you with the dash, cam.
Fucking your shit up, there's blood on the kill cam.