Hot Razor Lyrics – UICIDEBOY

Ha-ha-ha, Like
Alright, Okay
My Life Would Be So Shit
Players Never Die
It’s A Smash!
You Did Good Slick

I’m With That Fuck Shit, Pull Up, We Get Buck Quick
My Hoe Down Like Faye, But Sometimes She Can Be A Dumb B!tch
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 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 Fu-k Up On That B!tch 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 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 Fu-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 Poppin’
Ruby Da Cherry Ain’t Got No Option
All These Hoes Keep Fu-kin’ 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!tches 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 Fu-kin’ Bleed
But I’ll Come Back With Fu-kin’ Tanks
And Blow Your Shit To Smithereens
Blick On Me, Click On Me, G-59 The Fu-kin Set
$Uicide Til’ Death, I’ll Yell It, Pokin’ Out My Fu-kin’ 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 Fu-kin’ Ride
I Can Call On Any Of ’em If You Down To Fu-kin’ Die

Walk It How I Talk It, B!tch,
And I Ain’t Got No Fu-kin’ Lisp
Whisper My Forbidden Name
And Give My Hand A Fu-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 Piss
Leave Your Body Rottin’,
Lock Your Soul Up In The Black Abyss

Blick On Me, Click On Me, G-59 The Fu-kin’ Set
$Uicide ’til Death, I Yell It, Pokin’ Out My Fu-kin’ 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 Fu-kin’ Chest

Written by Scott Arceneaux Jr. & Aristos Petrou