Hell Raiser
[Intro]
I'm a mother fuckin hell raiser
Rock shows get paper

[Verse 1]
Ayy!
If you ain't talking money then why the fuck you in my face yeah
I ain't talking OVO, but I just bought a Drake yeah
I don't play with kids tell that ho stay in your place
It ain't much I gotta say but
We ain't with the internet beef we get active
I ain't finna tweet with you don't tag me in no status
Neighborhood hero I remember being average
When I buy that hellcat I pray to God that I don't crash it
He ain't really tough he only gangsta on the beat yeah
Fucking up a check I blew a bag in a week yeah
I like bad bitches I ain't picky thats just me
And if a nigga want a feature tell that nigga its a fee
Wait hold up I'm a bad ass, hard head, hell raiser uhh
Young nigga rock the shows get paper
Niggas say it's pressure we want static like the cable
And if twelve get behind us do the dash see you later
I say damn bae you bad she say period pooh
You say you gon rob who? Don't be an idiot fool
You was making honor roll I was skipping in school
I ain't make it into college, but I'm richer than you
[Chorus]
I'm a hell raiser rock shows get paper
Law breaker I'm a bad bitch slayer
Hot nigga hot
I be on the block nigga get guap nigga
Mother fuck a cop nigga
I'm a hell raiser rock shows get paper
Law breaker I'm a bad bitch slayer
Hot nigga hot
I be on the block nigga get guap nigga
Mother fuck a cop nigga

[Verse 2]
Water on my neck I might fuck around and drown
I'm sitting on these niggas I might lose a couple pounds
Now a nigga up everybody talking down
If you don't really fuck with me don't try to come around
I ain't finna beef with you if it ain't over racks
Bitch don't even speak on me if you ain't speaking facts
Come and get your bitch she a bug she a gnat
She just got her hair done now she don't know how to act
Wait let me show you how I did it
Run them bands up then you terrorize the city
I like my bitches mean, thick, and suddity
If you really wanna win you just gotta stay consistent
I'm a bad motherfucker 'cause the good die young
I ain't walking out the house without them racks and my gun
You niggas rapping for a purpose I just do it for fun
When I say I got them bands I ain't talking about drums
[Chorus]
I'm a hell raiser rock shows get paper
Law breaker I'm a bad bitch slayer
Hot nigga hot
I be on the block nigga get guap nigga
Mother fuck a cop nigga
I'm a hell raiser rock shows get paper
Law breaker I'm a bad bitch slayer
Hot nigga hot
I be on the block nigga get guap nigga
Mother fuck a cop nigga