RAZORS - Intellectual

[Intro]

Delixe, are you crazy?

[Chorus]

Stepping on these boys (Hey)

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

[Verse]

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