Hellraiser

Lyrics
[Intro] You got people out here goin' crazy (Yeah, yeah, yeah) We losin' loved ones everyday to the people that 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 [Verse] 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" (Huh) It wasn't my fault, this stupid nigga made me act up It's only right brodie put Ricky in his back, bruh In no mask, bruh, he ain't got no mask, bruh, you get yo' shit thrashed, 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 (Woah, woah) Niggas better not bother me if it ain't a bag (Go, go) Seahawks how we hawkin' shit, let's mob on they ass (What?) Don't get caught up at a red light, leave his mind on his dash (What? What?) Leave your head in your lap (What?), turn your mans to a tat (What?) Turn your friends to a stat (What?), we up ten, y'all in last (What?) Put your bro on they ass (Huh?), go death row on they ass (What?) You hoes going out sad (Yeah), 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 bag Bitch, I woke up in my white tee, Franchize Boyz on your ass Niggas don't like me, teenage G.O.A.T. 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 (Ew) And fuck a crooked-ass cop, boy, you ain't shit without your badge (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus] 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 (Yeah) 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 [Bridge] You get no love, bitch, you a dub, bitch (Nope) Why the fuck you wearing Reeboks up in the club, bitch? (Why the fuck you wearing them?) Shawty lookin' hella fried, don't walk to my section I'ma tell the bouncer kick her ass out, she trespassing (She a-) Ten toes on the ground, so you know I would never fold (What?) Let his body hit the floor, let his body hit the floor (Party hit) Ten toes on the ground, so, bitch, you know I will not fold (Fuck, fuck) Let his body hit the floor, let his body hit the floor (Yeah) [Outro] 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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Credits
- Writers
- DC The Don
- Trademark
- iLL FADED