Hot Razor

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

Second world, eastern block

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, yeah, 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 I'll come back with fucking tanks and blow yo shit to smithereens

Blick on me, click on me

G59 the fuckin' set

Suicide til' death

I'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest

Live from the five put the oh behind the four

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 ain't 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

Blick on me, click on me

G59 the fuckin' set

Suicide til' death

I'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest

Blick on me, click on me

G59 the fuckin' set

Northside, grey the gang

Second world, eastern block

Northside, grey the gang

Second world, eastern block

Suicide til' death

I'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest