[Intro]

Hoes back to back, boy I don't beat my meat

Bitch, I rock beauty:beast, I rock Hysteric tees

Pass a bad bitch to me, fuck her good, make her cream

I can't pass her to you, you give hoes STD's

Niggas-

HI-C TOUCHDOWN in this bitch, man

L3Ft 4 D3aD Mixtape, man (Bloodbath)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go, go

Shoutout my nigga sophitia, man, fuck it, let's get it (L3-L3Ft 4 D3aD Mixtape)

[Verse]

I put dust in my blunt, this shit got me paranoid

Saw a demon in my dreams, I can still hear his voice

I just make one call, and them vamps get deployed

Send a sheet through the mail, yeah, them stamps get deployed

Hi-C too juiced up, I'm not talkin' steroids

Pop a pill in the mall like a fuckin' Altoid

All these hoes on my dick, it's so hard to avoid

Supercharged GT, engine make a lot of noise

240SX, that's my brand new toy

Five hunnid HP, that shit make a lot of noise

I was geeked in the mall, shoppin' on opioids

Fuckin' hoes back to back, that's the shit I enjoy

Hit the mall with them racks, that's the shit I enjoy

Hollow tips in my strap, bullets fly, asteroids

Two revolvers on my jeans, choppa seek and destroy

Burn his ass to a crisp, send his soul to the void (Fuck you)

And I got a rich bitch, give me head in Rolls Royce

RX7 convoy, with like ten shroomie P's

In the malls, Saks Fifth, I was with Pradawings

And we spent ten a piece, made it back the same week

'Member back in the days, sellin' sheet after sheet

You gon' pay a nigga racks just to talk on a beat

Lil' bro, these roarguns, these is not Truey jeans

I rock Off-White sneaks, I rock Chrome Hearts sleeves

I got Prada's on my feet, now these hoes proud of me

In that V12 Scat, switchin' lanes, tires screech

Niggas want beef with me, but they talk to police

Bitch, my belt Louis V, yeah, my hat double C

I fuck hoes back to back, why I don't beat my meat

Bitch, I rock beauty:beast, I rock Hysteric tees

Pass a bad bitch to me, fuck her good, make her cream

I can't pass her to you, you give hoes STD's

Niggas left me for dead, but you sow what you reap

Got a chop' with a scope, sweep your ass off your feet

Pretty boy Hi-C, fucked the girl of your dreams

But I can't love a ho, bitch, I'm still pushin' P

Pushin' supercharged dash, 500 GT

Or I'm pushin' gold caps, and them double stacked beans

Niggas pushin' thirty tryna fuck on a teen

Got exposed on the 'Gram, whole world know you a creep

Hot bars, hot flames, five hundred degrees

Hi-C strong and you weak, boy, you soft and you sweet

Bloody knuckle spikes, nigga, I'll make you bleed

Supercharged GT crawlin' like a centipede

Call your main bitch up, she a certified freak

Hi-C, I got hoes, from the West to the East

From the North to the South, I got girls goin' wild

Hit your bitch from the back, and I bust on her mouth

Nigga, I don't wife hoes, I just slut bitches out

I just smut bitches out, then I kick bitches out

I just fucked your main bitch, damn I know that you sick

Nigga splurged on them Ricks, now you can't pay your rent

Hi-C got dope dick, give your main bitch a fix

I don't got a big dick, give your main bitch that shrimp

I got K by the gram, give your main bitch a sniff

Four stems to the face, I been geeked ever since

[Outro]

(Blood, darkness, come unto me)

(This is too easy)