Lil Uzi Vert – Hell Raiser (Freestyle) Lyrics

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Lil Uzi Vert Hell Raiser Freestyle Lyrics

And If I really let you in my mind, you’d really be like, “He tripped the f**k out, they should have never gave him all that shit,” they gave me even more, f**k n****
If I said my prayer right now, it would get too deep, and my last prayer is the end of this shit

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert, SlimeGetEm, Both]
And I feel like walkin’ on Earth
And I feel like walkin’ on Earth, in these Pradas, I’m walkin’ in dirt (Woah, woah)
Walkin’ in dirt (Woah)
N****, I’m the young Hellraiser (Hahaha)
Look at my face, it look like nails in a table
N****, I’m a real young demon
Somersault three times, you ain’t even see what I’m seein’
N****, I swear I’m a demon
Got up some ketamine, Perky, I ain’t ‘posed to be breathin’ (Yeah)
N****, I’m fightin’ my demons (Yeah)
Me and bro ballin’, your b**** a hoe, back off they teammates (Yeah)
N****, I’m skinny, ain’t eatin’
Stomach look bloated ’cause young n**** still eat, he be leanin’ (Lean)
N****, I beat on my case
N****, I beat on my case, and I ain’t leave a trace (Yeah)
N****, they know I got shooters
Shooters, they know that my shooters’ll knock off your face
OVO, that be that Drac’
Primary, go for the switchy, that’s right on my waist
N****, I’m a real Hellraiser
Come around me, NDA gon’ get signed like a wager (Yeah)
N****see me, he see Satan
See me before you gon’ die, then you probably start to shakin’ (Woah)
See me before you, um, die
See me before you die, then you know that I just paid it
Forty-year-old b****, keep shakin’
Yeah, she Jamaican
Don’t got, don’t got (Yeah)
N****, I’m the real Hellraiser
After I f**k, her pastor, he keep tryna save her
Pastor, he keep tryna save her
‘Cause he know Lil Uzi Vert, he the real Hell raiser
N**** get killed for that paper
Shots in the wall, still had that paper (Hey)
Still had that paper, I had FN on me when I pulled up on the mayor
Tell bro, “AR stable,” for some reason, bro, he still tryna Drac’ you (What?)
She can’t believe she with me, say, “The d**k hurt,” but she still tryna take it (Slatt)
Yeah, I ain’t gon’ take it
Yeah, she can go face it (Believe me)
(Woah, yeah) Huh, she can go face it
She lookin’ at me like she like how it taste
Yeah, she like how it taste (Yeah)
Drac’ got a bimbo, it came with a break (Yeah)
Yeah, new crib, came with a safe (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The n**** that sold it must know I got cake (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, huh, must know I got cake (Yeah)
Got some of that cake, I went up, they wait
Everything that I do that shit do not got trace (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man, I’m the real Hellraiser, look at my face
N****, I’m turnt not burnt
You say I’m burnt, you don’t even know what is turnt
I shit, ain’t even gotta turn
The switchy, go both ways, the switchy like Ernie and Bert
N****s tryna diss my whole angle, I be embarrassed to start off the Perc’ like I’m Kurt
Embarrassed off Perc’ like I’m Kurt
Gin on my waist, you see my gun, this a girl shirt

You seen my movement, b**** a** n****, like your favorite
These n****s be on the low, they be on movin’ with hatred
And If I really let you in my mind, you’d really be like, “He tripped the f**k out, they should have never gave him all that shit,” they gave me even more, f**k n****
If I said my prayer right now, it would get too deep, and my last prayer is the end of this shit