Razorblade Music - Reel Wolf, Suspect, Demrick

They go through the gutter that morbid sound

I said razorblade music

I crossed the border to link with Marmel

It’s that it’s that razor sharp shit

I ain’t tryna bring the nineties back

It’s that razorblade music

I’m tryna keep my head on this jobless back

Yeah yeah it’s that-

Facts!

We fuckin' love or nothing know me God he get jealous

I’m in California Republic out there fuckin' with Suspect (What up?)

Got that jet fuel budget six the oz

Smoke a half pound in a week I think I OD’d

And I got that cookie bags ready you can smell it through the plastic

Break down a package and sell it to the masses

Smoke my ashes when I’m dead and gone

She got a fat ass and her head is on I take her down to set the tone

Hit 'em wrong or right it’s all about my life

I’m on that red eye flight with my red eyes tight

You know my dogs off the pile of steel

These hoes going broke for a dollar bill

Kill or be killed these streets have gotta chill

Say I don’t feel 'cause what’s real is real

Never bite my tongue that might stop a meal

That shit is not the deal

Call my warriors get riled up and smash like an eight od pileup on anyone

riding us

They go through the gutter that morbid sound

I said razorblade music

I crossed the border to link with Marmel

It’s that it’s that razor sharp shit

I ain’t tryna bring the nineties back

It’s that razorblade music

I’m tryna keep my head on this jobless back

Yeah yeah it’s that-

Yo!

Crack!

The plug pull the hand it’s the beginning of the end

Calling shots off the bank you going short at the rim

We too deep it’s too rough in the waters that we swim

We got sharks that comes in packs ripping bones from the skin

Body bag positive you only watching where we live

You stay at home like a bitch while we eating off the shit

This the underground kid no wearing skinny jeans

Stayin' hungry when we spit fuck a fetty wap and clique

Yo surrounded by warriors only axes when we swing

Got a mouth full of bling fill blunts like a machine

Got a lock on my green like my safe full of weed

Boy we like what we see we goin' in with the heat

I’m slaying sixteens like a serial killer

Getting ill I fill up wood with that kush vanilla

That purp OG you know me for rilla

I get scrilla with my team have you run like J Dilla

They go through the gutter that morbid sound

I said razorblade music

I crossed the border to link with Marmel

It’s that it’s that razor sharp shit

I ain’t tryna bring the nineties back

It’s that razorblade music

I’m tryna keep my head on this jobless back

It’s that it’s that-

Facts!