- CHORUS: C@$H -
LET HIS BODY HIT THE FLOOR.
GAVE ME SOME, BUT BABY I WANT MORE.
SHOOT HIM TILL HIS BLOOD START TO POUR.
FUCK HER TILL HER PUSSY SORE.
FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU !

- VERSE 1: C@$H -
SHOOT THE BLOCK, THEN I FUCK HER.
MOVE THE OPPS, THEN I FUCK HER.
GRAB THAT N***A BY THE THORAT.
HE STARTING TO CHOKE.
HIS BITCH STARTING TO HOPE.
I DONT HANG THE N***A BY A ROPE.
SHOOT, PEW PEW PEW.
GET MY SWORD AND GUT THE WHORE.
BEND HER OVER, SHE BLEEDING, ITS OVER.
BLOODY FINGERTIPS ON THE LOVE LETTER.
OVERFLOWN, THE BLOOD GET HER.
FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU.
DROP HIS BODY, HIS RENT ON ME.
HOLLOW TIPS GOING THROUGH.
CLIPS, IM SENDING FEW.

- VERSE 2: Hysteria -
First he was looking at headlights, now he got a halo.
Exploring her holes, I'm Diego.
Catch bodies even though they say no.
You ain't shit, tryna fake it.
I hate this, hatred.
You a pussy fuckboy, let's face it.
I got a burning vendetta.
Beat his ass, tell him to get up.
Make her scream like a demon.
Make her cream from my semen.
Glock beamin', bodies leavin'.
Got a legion, opp's creepin'.
Cut his liver, I'm a ripper.
Make her quiver, make him shiver.
These shots, boy you down some
Hope you diss me, you know the outcome.
Stomp the fucker with timberlands.
Use a dufflebag, got a couple racks.
His body vanish, living lavish.
Turning her on with the tone of my voice.
Made her horny, wasn't her choice.
E-girl in my dm's, opp's, I see em.
Let your dead body hit the floor.
Then dance on your corpse.
This bitch played with my heart.
Fuckboy you a bitch, all bark.
He a dead opp, hit the headshots.
Fuck around, you got red dots.
- VERSE 3: C@$H -
BEAT HIM TILL HE REACHES A CORE.
DEEP IN THIS WHORE.
SHE CALLS ME DADDY, HIT HER FATTY.
I AINT EVEN HER FATHA.
SHE KNOW IM GON FUCK HER.
SCREAMIN SHE WANT MORE.
CREAMIN TILL SHE SOAR.
MOANING SO LOUD, SHIT SOUND LIKE A ROAR.
MAKE HIM SURRENDER.
IM A DEMI GOD WITH A SEMI GLOCK.
SHAKE THAT ASS, FAST FAST.
MADE 10K LAST MONTH.
BOUGHT YOUR RENT FOR FUN.
IN THE BOOTH, SHOOT THE GUN.
BRING OUT A TOMMY AND DRUM YOU.
FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU.

- VERSE 4: Hysteria -
Blood on my blade, what he say?
Fuckboy talking shit.
Shot him, watched his soul leave his body.
I'd make his head glitch.
Then hit him off the checklist.
I got a lyrical glock, I'm not to be messed with.
Break her fucking jaw.
Brains hit the fucking wall.
Scene looking like Kurt Cobain
Looking outside, some red rain.
I need this E-girl, see girl?
Thicc bitch on my fucking dick.
Slutty bitch, stroking her fucking clit.
I went by, and I.
Came in her so much, looking like hentai.
Shot yo damn block, this some black ops.
Fuckboy being a pussy.
Leave his body hanging by a noose.
Let that motherfucker loose.
Girl I ain't gonna stuff you, cause I don't love you.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
- CHORUS: C@$H -
LET HIS BODY HIT THE FLOOR.
GAVE ME SOME, BUT BABY I WANT MORE.
SHOOT HIM TILL HIS BLOOD START TO POUR.
FUCK HER TILL HER PUSSY SORE.
FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU !