Hell Raiser lyrics

[Intro]
I'm a mother f*ckin hell raiser
Rock shows get paper

[Verse 1]
Ayy!
If you ain't talking money then why the f*ck 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
f*cking up a check I blew a bag in a week yeah
I like bad b*tches I ain't picky thats just me
And if a n*gga want a feature tell that n*gga its a fee
Wait hold up I'm a bad ass, hard head, hell raiser uhh
Young n*gga rock the shows get paper
n*ggas 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 b*tch slayer
Hot n*gga hot
I be on the block n*gga get guap n*gga
Mother f*ck a cop n*gga
I'm a hell raiser rock shows get paper
Law breaker I'm a bad b*tch slayer
Hot n*gga hot
I be on the block n*gga get guap n*gga
Mother f*ck a cop n*gga

[Verse 2]
Water on my neck I might f*ck around and drown
I'm sitting on these n*ggas I might lose a couple pounds
Now a n*gga up everybody talking down
If you don't really f*ck with me don't try to come around
I ain't finna beef with you if it ain't over racks
b*tch don't even speak on me if you ain't speaking facts
Come and get your b*tch 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 b*tches mean, thick, and suddity
If you really wanna win you just gotta stay consistent
I'm a bad motherf*cker 'cause the good die young
I ain't walking out the house without them racks and my gun
You n*ggas 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 b*tch slayer
Hot n*gga hot
I be on the block n*gga get guap n*gga
Mother f*ck a cop n*gga
I'm a hell raiser rock shows get paper
Law breaker I'm a bad b*tch slayer
Hot n*gga hot
I be on the block n*gga get guap n*gga
Mother f*ck a cop n*gga