Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hellraiser, artist - DC The Don. Date of issue: 19.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hellraiser |
| You got people out here goin' crazy |
| We losin' loved ones everyday to the people that swarm 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’ll make you back up |
| Better tell your homie, «Relax, bruh» |
| It wasn’t my fault, this stupid nigga made me act up |
| It’s only right brodie put Ricky in his back, bruh |
| I don’t miss, bruh, we ain’t got no mask, bruh |
| You get your 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 |
| 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 up 10 y’all in last |
| Put lil bro on they ass, death row on they ass |
| You hoes going 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 |
| And 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 get it 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 dub, 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 |
| 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 |