F*CK U ! ! ! ft. Hysteria lyrics

- 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.
f*ck HER TILL HER pus*y SORE.
f*ck YOU, f*ck YOU, f*ck YOU !

- VERSE 1: C@$H -
SHOOT THE BLOCK, THEN I f*ck HER.
MOVE THE OPPS, THEN I f*ck HER.
GRAB THAT n*ggA BY THE THORAT.
HE STARTING TO CHOKE.
HIS b*tch STARTING TO HOPE.
I DONT HANG THE n*ggA 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.
f*ck YOU, f*ck YOU, f*ck 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 sh*t, tryna fake it.
I hate this, hatred.
You a pus*y f*ckboy, 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 f*cker 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 b*tch played with my heart.
f*ckboy you a b*tch, all bark.
He a dead opp, hit the headshots.
f*ck 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 f*ck HER.
SCREAMIN SHE WANT MORE.
CREAMIN TILL SHE SOAR.
MOANING SO LOUD, sh*t 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.
f*ck YOU, f*ck YOU, f*ck YOU.

- VERSE 4: Hysteria -
Blood on my blade, what he say?
f*ckboy talking sh*t.
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 f*cking jaw.
Brains hit the f*cking wall.
Scene looking like Kurt Cobain
Looking outside, some red rain.
I need this E-girl, see girl?
Thicc b*tch on my f*cking di*k.
sl*tty b*tch, stroking her f*cking clit.
I went by, and I.
Came in her so much, looking like hentai.
Shot yo damn block, this some black ops.
f*ckboy being a pus*y.
Leave his body hanging by a noose.
Let that motherf*cker loose.
Girl I ain't gonna stuff you, cause I don't love you.
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck 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.
f*ck HER TILL HER pus*y SORE.
f*ck YOU, f*ck YOU, f*ck YOU !