Krayto - Suicide Doors

We get our money in blues
That choppa is bussin at you
Suicide Doors out the roof
Im in the club with a bad bitch and I'm off on these drugs just like rue
Please don't trip cause I'm clutchin' my tool
I need all of the bread that I'm due
Double C all on a bad bitch
and my jeans yeah they came in from true
In the section don't fuck up my mood
And your bitch not your bitch you a fool
Shoutout to my brothers on ape shit
We too hot, know we might need a pool
No more greens yeah we making it blue
Know a nigga who stay with the Juice
Nigga said he wanted war with us
Wipe him out no we cant do no truce
Hit a method we jugg everyday
Everyday be my day when I'm paid
Be up early cant have no delays
And bad bitches be telling me slay
Drop a song, I'm the man of the day
Only getting started with my plays
Feel like aaron, motion everyday
Workaholic, I need to get paid
Keep on stacking my checks
And flights to the west
I'm loving my life in this season
Thanking God that I'm blessed my brothers is next
I'll kill a nigga if he sneak me
Can't live my life on repeat
Lock her down she cant leave me
In her head, she too dreamy
Know these niggas wanna be me
Hit n ghost like houdini
I build her body like Bernini
Got the greens like Zucchini
I'm in a vette and I'm speedin
I was pushing my limits and stacking my digits
Now shorty want me all up in it
Remember them days, the bills wasn't paid
But now the whole fam got them big plates
Remember them days, down bad in the face
You bitches wouldn't even look my way
But now that I'm made and making a way
I can tell that the love really all fake
It's as simple as that, could never ever love a bitch
Cause that shit comes with heartbreak
Gotta watch out for snakes the ones in the grass
They really be moving like rattlesnakes
Gotta get off yo ass and make you a bag
Making money even on ya dinner plate
Gotta make it even on the dinner plate
Gotta make it even off ya

Written by:
Fortress Nwankwo

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