Belly feat. Gunna & PnB Rock - Razor (Текст и слова песни)

[Intro]
M-M-M-Money Musik

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
I just came suicide doors, I got 'em sick
Razor on the wrist, razor on the wrist
New Rollie two-tone gold don't even tick
Razor on the wrist, razor on the wrist
Got some tings in the whip and we rolling
Driving that bitch like it's stolen
When I pull out my pockets, they swollen
We bring that guap out every time we pop out
I just came suicide doors, I'm making 'em sick
Razor on the wrist, razor on the wrist

[Verse 1: Belly]
Look, suicide, suicide, love me, hate me, you decide
Choose a side, choose a side, I would die for you and I
I was on the strip, pager on the hip
Hundred on the left hand, razor on the wrist
They think I'm broke 'cause I'm quiet
I'm getting more than I ever got but I can't let you hoes evil eye it
I'm celebrating the profit
I'm hot but I stay on some cool shit
XO the brand, new NWO, I'm Razor Ramon with the toothpick
They used to call me Stanley two bricks

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
I just came suicide doors, I got 'em sick
Razor on the wrist, razor on the wrist
New Rollie two-tone gold don't even tick
Razor on the wrist, razor on the wrist
Got some tings in the whip and we rolling
Driving that bitch like it's stolen
When I pull out my pockets, they swollen
We bring that guap out every time we pop out
I just came suicide doors, I'm making 'em sick
Razor on the wrist, razor on the wrist
Razor on the wrist

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I can see it glist'
Hopping out suicide doors
Did a tour and it put me on the Forbes
I been making hits
Need a bigger dish
Eat that dick, I treat her like a whore
On her knees like she praying to the Lord
I done eat her fish
Razor on the wrist
Beat her up, I got her hating, oh
Pussy wet, I'm 'bout to hit her raw
Percocets, they got me nodding off
Keep a TEC, it's smoke, can't call it off
Asian bitch, she look like China doll
Half an M for the spaceship, I can't walk

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
I just came suicide doors, I got 'em sick
Razor on the wrist, razor on the wrist
New Rollie two-tone gold don't even tick
Razor on the wrist, razor on the wrist
Got some tings in the whip and we rolling
Driving that bitch like it's stolen
When I pull out my pockets, they swollen
We bring that guap out every time we pop out
I just came suicide doors, I'm making 'em sick
Razor on the wrist, razor on the wrist