[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