Belly, Gunna, PnB Rock – Razor Lyrics

Belly Razor Lyrics, Razor Lyrics by Belly Gunna PnB Rock

I just gained suicide doors
I got ’em sick
Razor on the wrist
Razor on the wrist
New Rollie, two tone gold
Don’t even tick
Razor on the wrist
Razor on the wrist
Got some tings in the whip and we rollin’
Drivin’ that bitch like it’s stolen
When I pull up, my pockets, they swollen
We bring that guap out
Every time we pop out
I just gained suicide doors
I’m makin’ ’em sick
Razor on the wrist
Razor on the wrist
(Look)
Razor on the wrist

Suicide, suicide
Love me, hate me, you decide
Chose a side, chose a side
I would die for you and I
I was on the strip
Pager on the hip
Hunnid on the left hand
Razor on the wrist

They thinkin’ I’m broke ’cause I’m quiet
I’m gettin’ more than I ever got
But I can’t let you hoes evil eye it (You bitch)
I’m celebratin’ in private
I’m high but I stay on some cool shit
XO the brand new NWO
I’m raisin’ Ramone with a toothpick
They used to call me Stanley Two Bricks

I just gained suicide doors
I got ’em sick
Razor on the wrist
Razor on the wrist
New Rollie, two tone gold
Don’t even tick
Razor on the wrist
Razor on the wrist
Got some tings in the whip and we rollin’
Drivin’ that bitch like it’s stolen
When I pull up, my pockets, they swollen
We bring that guap out
Every time we pop out
I just gained suicide doors
I’m makin’ ’em sick
Razor on the wrist
Razor on the wrist
Razor on the wrist

I can see it glisten
Hoppin’ out of suicide doors
Did a tour and they put me on the Forbes
I’ve been makin’ hits
Need a bigger dish
Eat a dick, I treat her like a whore
On her knees like she prayin’ to the Lord
I didn’t eat up fish
Razor on the wrist
Beat it up, I gotta hit it now
Pussy wet, I’m about to hit it raw
Percocets, they got me dyin’ off
Keep a TEC and smoke and call it off
Asian bitch, she look like Chyna Doll
Half a M for the spaceship, I can’t walk

I just gained suicide doors
I got ’em sick
Razor on the wrist
Razor on the wrist
New Rollie, two tone gold
Don’t even tick
Razor on the wrist
Razor on the wrist
Got some tings in the whip and we rollin’
Drivin’ that bitch like it’s stolen
When I pull up, my pockets, they swollen
We bring that guap out
Every time we pop out
I just gained suicide doors
I’m makin’ ’em sick
Razor on the wrist
Razor on the wrist
Razor on the wrist