$uicideboy$ – Hot Razor Lyrics

$uicideboy$ Hot Razor Lyrics, $uicideboy$ Hot Razor Lyrics

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
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 dope and for dessert just ate neurontin
Hit a stain
Make a name for a lame tik tok
Northside
Grey the gang
2nd world eastern bloc

I might rock it off the flock
I might rock it off apache
I might fuck up on that bitch
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 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 lal
Kilo of some gld
Still the same mane gripping aks wearing 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 yea 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?

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 gimme 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 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 hoe 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 fuckin bleed
But ill come back with fucking tanks and blow yo shit to smithereens

Blick on me
Click on me
G*59 the fuckin set
Suicide 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 killas and they all down to fucking ride
I can call on any of ’em if you down to fuckin die
Walk it how I talk it bitch and I aint got no fuckin lisp
Whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fuckin 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 piss
Leave ya body rottin’ lock your soul up in the black abyss

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  • Written by: $uicideboy$
  • Album: YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)
  • Released: 2023