RAZOR (INTERLUDE)
It's Johnny mother fuckin' Blaze
Talk shit and get a fade
Choppas not clippers, nigga
All Gucci zippers
High techin' liver
High tippin' strippers
You know how the fuck I'm rocking nigga
Word to mother fuck your life up
Bing bong!
Green light 'em nigga, whole family dead
What up, nigga?
You know who the fuck you talking to?
This is money on my lips
Every time I speak fucking change comes out
Like a fucking slot machine
Like a fuckin' ATM filled with gold, nigga
They like, "when this nigga gonna rap?"
Nigga every time I spit it's rap
I speak truth nigga
Word to your mom
Word to your dad
Word to your fuckin' dead granny, nigga
To your great great great great great great great
Great great great great great great great great great
Great great great great great grandfather nigga
Word to that nigga
C'mon nigga
It's Johnny mother fuckin' Blaze
Turn this shit the fuck up
Ayo, I keep the gun on my hip
But just in case I keep the razor
I keep the flavor
The trap is ringing off the pager
I do my shit, ha
Oh you not hard, now you a bitch huh
He seen the clip, huh
Everybody wanna dip, uh
Who brought the guns to the party?
It's me to catch a body
It's me that's how I want it, I got it
Talk shit and get a fade
Choppas not clippers, nigga
All Gucci zippers
High techin' liver
High tippin' strippers
You know how the fuck I'm rocking nigga
Word to mother fuck your life up
Bing bong!
Green light 'em nigga, whole family dead
What up, nigga?
You know who the fuck you talking to?
This is money on my lips
Every time I speak fucking change comes out
Like a fucking slot machine
Like a fuckin' ATM filled with gold, nigga
They like, "when this nigga gonna rap?"
Nigga every time I spit it's rap
I speak truth nigga
Word to your mom
Word to your dad
Word to your fuckin' dead granny, nigga
To your great great great great great great great
Great great great great great great great great great
Great great great great great grandfather nigga
Word to that nigga
C'mon nigga
It's Johnny mother fuckin' Blaze
Turn this shit the fuck up
Ayo, I keep the gun on my hip
But just in case I keep the razor
I keep the flavor
The trap is ringing off the pager
I do my shit, ha
Oh you not hard, now you a bitch huh
He seen the clip, huh
Everybody wanna dip, uh
Who brought the guns to the party?
It's me to catch a body
It's me that's how I want it, I got it
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