Letra de Hot Razor - $UICIDEBOY$

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Alright, okay

My life would be so shitty witho—

Players never die

It's a SMASH

You did good, Slick

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

My ho 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

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-we pop in, no knockin'

Nod-nod-noddin' off that dope and for dessert, just ate Neurontin

Hit a stain, make a name for a lame TikTok

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 ho 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 LAN, kilo of some GLD

Still the same mane, grippin' AKs, wearin' 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?

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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 give me noggin'

Snort a line of heroin 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 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 ho 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 fuckin' bleed

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

Blick on me, click on me, G*59 the fuckin set

$uicide '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 killers and they all down to fuckin' 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-out-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

Blick on me, click on me, G*59 the fuckin' set

$uicide 'til death, I yell it, pokin' out my fuckin' chest

Blick on me, click on me, G*59 the fuckin' 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, pokin' out my fuckin' chest

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