$uicideboy$ - HOT RAZOR lyrics

[$uicideboy$ - HOT RAZOR lyrics]

Ha ha ha, like alright, okay
My life would be so shit players never die
It's a Smash! You did good Slick

I'm with that fuck shit, pull up
We get buck quick my hoe down like faye
But sometimes she can be a dumb bitch
Out here since a young jit
Nitrous got my lungs lit
Wake up from a blackout getting
Head while I'm in public
Ri-ri-ridin' through the hood like
What it do? Prolly off a pill or two
Pulled that 44 out
They start talkin' like they Scooby Doo
Mobbin' with my partners, we pop in
No knockin'
Nod nod noddin' off that dope and
For dessert just ate Neurontin
Hit a stain, make a name for a lame TikTok
Northside, Grey the gang, 2nd world


Еastern bloc i might rock it off the flock
I might rock it off apache
I might fuck up on that bitch if
Shе got a pack of plan B
Mane show you how that Glock work
Show you how to pop first
White trash, young man
Mop 'em up like Joe Dirt
My hoe like her throat hurt
Suck it for a nip tuck
That bitch tried to tell me that I'm sick
So what that make her?
I just bought some land off my LAN
Kilo of some GLD
Still the same mane, grippin' AKs
Wearin' FTP
Paint 'em like a NFT, got them scripts no PHD
My bitch brain insane
But she only got her GED
Gang coast to coast, yeah
I know me a few robbers
Dope game farm to table
Ain't no fent' up in my product
Huh bruh, damn son, who the fuck raised you?
Cutthroats and them savages, how you
Think I got this name, boo?
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

I could show you how to get it poppin'
Ruby da Cherry ain't got no option
All these hoes keep fuckin' flockin'
All these hoes tryna give me noggin'
Snort a line of heron then tell
Her she way too toxic
Yeah, I'm slidin' on these bitches like
My feet were made for moppin'
I can't stop it if i wanted to
Glock up in my foreign coupe
Scrapin' up the concrete, S500 on them 22's
Motorola phone when I'm dialin' up my partner
Think I'm bein' followed by a
Fed in an unmarked Impala
Skrilla squalla what I'm after
I get money hoe by any means
P-p paper chasin' everyday
I keep them rocks up in my cleats
Cut me with some scissors
You gon' see how much I fuckin' bleed
But, I'll come back with fuckin' tanks
And blow your shit to smithereens
Blick on me, click on me, G59 the fuckin set
$UICIDE til' death, I'll yell it
Pokin' out my fuckin' chest
Live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4
Make a point before the numbers just
To let you bitches know
I got five killers and they
All down to fuckin' ride
I can call on any of 'em
If you down to fuckin' die
Walk it how I talk it, bitch
And I ain't got no fuckin' lisp
Whisper my forbidden name and give
My hand a fuckin' kiss
O-o-out the mud, out the mist
Ruby take the form of shadows
Follow me back to the gates of hell
We regroup at the gallows
I can smell the scent of blood and
I can smell the scent of piss
Leave your body rottin'
Lock your soul up in the black abyss

Blick on me, click on me, G59 the fuckin' set
$UICIDE 'til death, I yell it
Pokin' out my fuckin' chest
Blick on me, click on me, G59 the fuckin' set
No-No-No-Northside, Grey the gang
Second world, eastern bloc
Northside, Grey the gang, second world
Eastern bloc $UICIDE 'til death, I yell it
Pokin' out my fuckin' chest

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