DC The Don - Hellraiser lyrics
DC The Don [Daijon Cotty Davis] Milwaukee, Wisconsin, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DC The Don - Hellraiser lyrics]
You got people out here goin' crazy
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
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
The 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 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 (Whoa, whoa)
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'll take y'all in last (What?)
Put your bro on they ass
(Huh?) , put your bro 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 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 (Ew)
And fuck a crooked-ass cop, boy
You ain't shit without your badge
(yeah, yeah, 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
(yeah) 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 dumb, bitch
(Nope) why the fuck you wearing Reeboks
Up in the club, bitch?
(Why the fuck you wearing)
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)
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
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
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
The 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 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 (Whoa, whoa)
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'll take y'all in last (What?)
Put your bro on they ass
(Huh?) , put your bro 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 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 (Ew)
And fuck a crooked-ass cop, boy
You ain't shit without your badge
(yeah, yeah, 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
(yeah) 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 dumb, bitch
(Nope) why the fuck you wearing Reeboks
Up in the club, bitch?
(Why the fuck you wearing)
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)
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