Hellraiser

Lyrics

You got people out here goin' crazy
 We losin' loved ones everyday
 To the people that are sworn in to protect us
 It's not us, it's the police
 This the madness that they sparked up
 This is what they encourage
 Give a fuck what you rank, what you jack up
 'Cause you ain't shit without no heart, you're getting packed up
 This .223 inside my bag will make you back up
 Better tell your homie, "Relax, bruh"
 It wasn't my fault, the stupid nigga made me act up
 It's only right brodie put Ricky in his bag, bruh
 It don't miss, bruh, we ain't got no mask, bruh
 You can charge your dash, bruh
 Pull up with a Cardi B, I'm Offset with a MAC, bruh
 You gon' have to pardon me, I'm known for givin' lack
 Niggas better not bother me if it ain't a bag
 Seahawks how we hawkin' shit, let's mob on they ass
 Don't get caught up at a red light, leave his mind on his dash
 Leave your head in your lap, turn your mans to a tat
 Turn your friends to a stat, we'll take y'all in last
 Put your bro on they ass, put your bro on they ass
 You hoes goin' out sad, Swisher sweet, she gets passed
 She don't wanna miss me, peons dissing
 You been fuckin' all these rappers, fake bitch, forget me
 You know they ain't nothin' like me and he ain't got no back
 Bitch, I woke up in my white tee, Franchize Boyz on your ass
 Niggas don't like me, teenage GOAT of my class
 How you way up on the 'Gram but then your mixtape was trash?
 That boy greener than grass, he a lick in my path
 The fuck a crooked-ass cop, boy, you ain't shit without your badge
 You get fucked up, bitch, all your luck's up, bitch
 Turn your body into stone and you get crushed up, bitch
 Snort your ashes with my guys, we getting fucked up, bitch
 Rockstar, baby demon, you get no love, bitch
 You get fucked up, bitch, run, your luck's up bitch
 Turn your body into stone and you get crushed up, bitch
 Snort your ashes with my guys, we getting fucked up, bitch
 Rockstar, baby demon, you get no love, bitch
 You get no love, bitch, you a dumb, bitch
 Why the fuck you wearing Reeboks up in the club, bitch?
 Shawty lookin' hella fine, don't walk to my section
 I'ma tell the bouncer kick her ass out, she trespassing
 Ten toes on the ground so you know I would never fold
 Let his body hit the floor, let his body hit the floor
 Ten toes on the ground, so bitch, you know I will not fold
 Let his body hit the floor, let his body hit the floor
 You get fucked
 ♪
 DC The Don says he's a rockstar, dude
 And I for real believe that, dude
 He's gonna be one hell of a rockstar
 

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Duration
02:56
Tempo
73 BPM

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