Razors Songtext

On the clouds they're partly, ay
Get that big iron like I'm Marty
Feel like a rock-star made, no Carti
Made your girl be my own darling, ay
Rip out your tongue like it's farting, ay
Still around in my market, ay
Drip drawn down like a sharpie, ay
Rerun all my tracks like ICarly, ay
Better be glad, I ain't stab your face
Niggas talk shit, go catch a case
Winning and winning in first place
On thе mic, I be fucking laced
Skip them likе they YouTube ads
Like it's abs, get the 6 pack of this fucking cash, leave that in the past
On my way, slip you up like a trip, fucking bitch
Oh shit, where's your bitch? Got her skin on my dick
Oh it's lit, shout-out Yameii, I be back on my shit
Do a flip on this dick, now your bitch tryna bitch
Head gone, head off Taking every heads when I feel like it
Getting these VPNs like my name is Psiphon
Feel like Neptune, they all on damn trident
Busting your lips like I'm busting your pussy-hole in a minute
I am always in it to win it
I'm not finished, on my business
Getting bandits on my business

Stepping on these boys
She play with her sex toys
This music gives me joy
Coaching these niggas like I'm Roy, ay
I'm still in my 'Rari, ay
Still won't tell you sorry, ay
Got my blades sharpened
Looks like razors in this party, ay

Delixe, are you crazy?