Hot Razor

$uicideboy$

专辑：YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)

歌词

作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.

Ha-ha-ha, like

Alright, okay

My life would be so shit

Players never die

It's a Smash!

You did good Slick

[Verse 1: Wetto]

I'm with that **** shit, pull up, we get buck quick

My hoe down like faye, but sometimes she can be a dumb b***h

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 shit 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 **** up on that b***h 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 b***h 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 b***h brain insane, but she only got her GED

Gang coast to coast, yeah, 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? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Blanco Leopardo]

I could show you how to get it poppin'

Ruby da Cherry ain't got no option

All these hoes keep ****in' 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 b*****s 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 ****in' bleed

But I'll come back with ****in' tanks and blow your shit to smithereens

$uicideboy$+Hot Razor+YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)+**$uicideboy$+Hot Razor+YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)+Blick on me, click on me, G*59 the ****in song

$UICIDE til' death, I'll yell it, pokin' out my ****in' chest

Live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4

Make a point before the numbers just to let you b*****s know

I got five killers and they all down to ****in' ride

I can call on any of 'em if you down to ****in' die

Walk it how I talk it, b***h, and I ain't got no ****in' lis

Whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a ****in' 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

[Outro]

$uicideboy$+Hot Razor+YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)+**$uicideboy$+Hot Razor+YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)+**$uicideboy$+Hot Razor+YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)+Blick on me, click on me, G*59 the ****in' song

$UICIDE 'til death, I yell it, pokin' out my ****in' chest

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 ****in' chest