$UICIDEBOY$ – HOT RAZOR (Lyric Video) Lyrics
★ intro ★
Ha-ha-ha, like
Alright, okay
My life would be so shit
Playaz never die
It’s a smash
You did good slick

★ verse 1: $crim ★
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, gettin’ head while i’m in public
Ridin’ through the hood, like “what it do?”, probably off a pill or two
Pull 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, second world, eastеrn block
I might rock it off the block, i might rock it off apache
I might fuck up on that bitch if she got a pack of plan b

★ verse 2 ★
Manе, 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 tryna tell me that i’m schizo, so what that make her?
I just bought some land off my lal, kilo of some gld
Still the same, mane, grippin’ aks, wearin’ ftp
Paint ’em like an 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 bro? damn son, who the fuck raised you?
Cutthroats and them savages, how you think i got this name fool? (yeah, yeah, yeah)

★ verse 3: ruby da cherry ★
I can 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’

★ verse 4 ★
I can’t stop it if i wanted to, glock up in my foreign coupe
Scrapin’ up the concrete, s500 on them twenty-twos
Motorola phone when i’m dialin’ up my partner
Think i’m being followed by a fed in an unmarked impala

★ verse 5 ★
Squealer, squaler, what i’m after, i get money, hoe, by any means
Paper chasin’ every day, i keep them rocks up in my cleats
Cut me with some scissors, you gon’ see how much i fuckin’ bleed
But i come back with fuckin’ tanks and blow your shit to smithereens

★ verse 6 ★
Blick on me, blick on me, g*59 the fuckin’ set
$uicide ’til death, i 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

★ verse 7 ★
I got five killers and they all down to fucking ride
I can call on any of ’em if you’re 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 fucking kiss

★ verse 8 ★
Out the mud, out the mist, ruby take the form of shadows
Follow me back from the gates of hell, we recoup 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

★ outro ★
Blick on me, blick on me, g59 the fuckin’ set
$uicide ’til death, i yell it, pokin’ out my fuckin’ chest
Blick on me, blick on me, g
59 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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