Hot Razor Lyrics – Suicideboys

Hot Razor Song details :

Song : Hot Razor
Singer : Suicideboys
Composer : Budd Dwyer, Sam Bo Bachrack
Lyrics by : Scott Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Petrou
Music Label : G59 Records

Hot Razor Lyrics – Suicideboys

Ha-ha-ha, like
Alright, okay
My life would be so sh*t
Players never die
It’s a Smash
You did good Sl*ck

I’m with that f**k sh*t
Pull up we get buck quick
My h*e down like faye
But sometimes she can be a dumb b**ch
Out here since a young jit
Nitrous got my lungs lit
Wake up from a blackout getting head
While I’m in public
Riding 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 TikTok
Northside, Grey the gang, second world, еastern block
I might rock it off the block, I might rock it off apache
I might f**k up on that b**ch if shе got a pack of plan B
Mane show you how that Glock work
Show you how to pop first
White trash, young man
Mop them up like Joe Dirt
My h*e like her throat hurt
Suck it for a nip tuck
That b**ch 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 gripping AKs wearing FTP
Paint them like a NFT, got them scripts no PHD
My b**ch 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 f**k raised you cutthroats and them savages
How you think I got this name boo?(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I could show you how to get it popping
Ruby da Cherry ain’t got no option
All these h*es keep f**king flocking
All these h*es tryna gimme nogging
Snort a line of heron then tell her she way too toxic
Yeah, I’m sliding on these b**ches like my feet were made for mopping
I can’t stop it if i wanted to
Clock 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 h*e by any means
P-P-Paper chasing everyday
I keep them rocks up in my cleats
Cut me with some scissors you gon see how much i f**kin bleed
But i’ll come back with f**king tanks and blow yo sh*t to smithereens
Bl*ck on me, cl*ck on me
G*59 the f**kin set, $uicide til’ death
I’ll yell it poking out my f**king chest
Live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4
Make a point before the numbers just to let you b**ches know
I got five killa’s and they all down to f**king ride
I can call on any of them if you down to f**kin die
Walk it how i talk it b**ch and I ain’t got no f**kin lisp
Whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a f**kin 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 p*ss
Leave ya body rotting lock ya soul up in the black abyss

Bl*ck on me, cl*ck on me, G*59 the f**king set
$UICIDE ’til death, I yell it, poking out my f**king chest
Bl*ck on me, cl*ck on me, G*59 the f**king 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, poking out my f**king chest