Hot Razor Lyrics – $uicideboy$
I’m with that *** ***
Pull up we get buck quick
My *** down like faye but sometimes she can be a dumb ***
Out here since a young jit
Nitrous got my lungs lit
Wake up from a blackout getting head while I’m in public
Ridin’ through the hood like what it do?
Prolly off a pill or two
Pulled that .44 out they start talking like they Scooby Doo
Mobbing with my potnahs
We pop in no knocking
Nodding off that *** and for dessert just ate neurontin
Hit a stain
Make a name for a lame TikTok
Northside
Grey the gang
2nd world eastern bloc
I might rock it off the flock
I might rock it off Apache
I might *** up on that ***
If she 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 *** like her throat hurt
Suck it for a nip tuck
That *** tried to tell me that I’m sick
So what that make her?
I just bought some land off my LAL
Kilo of some GLD
Still the same mane gripping AKs wearing FTP
Paint ’em like a NFT
Got them scripts no PHD
My *** brain insane but she only got her GED
Gang coast to coast yea I know me a few robbers
*** game farm to table ain’t no fent up in my product
Huh bruh
Damn son
Who the *** raised you
Cutthroats and them savages how you think I got this name boo?
I could show you how to get it poppin
Ruby da cherry ain’t got no option
All these hoes keep *** flockin
All these hoes tryna gimme noggin
Snort a line of heron then tell her she way too toxic
Yeah I’m slidin’ on these *** 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 dialing up my potnah
Think I’m being followed by a fed in a unmarked Impala
Skrilla squalla what I’m after I get money *** by any means
Paper chasin’ everyday I keep them rocks up in my cleats
Cut me with some scissors you gon see how much I *** bleed
But ill come back with *** tanks and blow yo *** to smithereens
Blick on me
Click on me
G*59 the *** set
*** til death
I’ll yell it pokin’ out my ***’ chest
Live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4
Make a point before the numbers just to let you *** know
I got five killas and they all down to *** ride
I can call on any of ’em if you down to *** die
Walk it how I talk it *** and I ain’t got no *** lisp
Whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a *** kiss
Out the mud
Out the mist
Ruby take the form of shadows
Follow me back from the gates of hell
We regroup at the gallows
I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of ***
Leave ya body rottin’ lock your soul up in the black abyss
Blick on me
Click on me
G*59 the *** set
*** til death
I’ll yell it pokin’ out my ***’ chest
Blick on me
Click on me
G*59 the *** set
Northside
Grey the gang
2nd world eastern bloc
Northside
Grey the gang
2nd world eastern bloc
*** til death
I’ll yell it pokin’ out my ***’ chest