Jets And Suicide Doors

Yeah man, don't talk smack man
You don't know what you saying
Yeah
We smack boys
Aheey
We smack boys
Woah

I don't really know what you saying bro
You should keep quiet you know nothing yo
We talking about jets
Suicide doors
Still gotta cop smack
Yeah
We talking about jets and suicide doors
Still gotta cop em
Wat wat
We talking about jets and suicide doors
Still gotta cop em
Yeahh
I don't really know what you saying bro
You should keep quiet you know nothing yo
We talking about jets, suicide doors
Still gotta cop em
Yeah yeah
We talking about jets
Suicide doors
Still gotta cop em
Yeah yeah
We talking about jet
Slatt, woah
Suicide doors
Still gotta cop em
Aheey
I don't really know what you saying bro
You should keep quiet you know nothing yo
We talking about jets
Suicide doors
Still gotta cop em
Yeah yeah
We talking about jets, suicide doors
Still gotta cop em
Yeah yeah
We talking about jets
Suicide doors
Aheey woah
Still gotta cop em
Yeah

You talk alotta smack for a boy(You Boy) who biting on flows
Go get your own, suicide doors
Zoom past like ghosts
Zoom
We ain't never seen em
I gotta em
Man yeah I want em
Gotta get bands
Bands
Gotta keep pushing
Gotta get bands
Then I cop lands
I don't really know what you saying yeah
You should keep quiet
Go read a book
Young boy
Then get your flex on
Young boy
Young boy you talk alotta sense
You burning incessant
I try to rhyme
You pay the time
What
Give me a dime
You know you slime
Finna keep pushing don't pull me down
Don't pull me down
Finna keep grinding don't pull me down
Finna keep grinding don't pull me down
Aheey woah

I don't really know what you saying bro
You should keep quiet you know nothing yo
We talking about jets
Suicide doors
Still gotta cop em
Yeah yeah
We talking about jets
Suicide doors
Still gotta cop em
Yeah yeah
We talking about jet
Slatt woah
Suicide doors
Still gotta cop em
Aheey
I don't really know what you saying bro
You should keep quiet you know nothing yo
We talking about jets, suicide doors
Still gotta cop em
Yeah yeah
We talking about jets
Suicide doors
Still gotta cop em
Yeah yeah
We talking about jets
Suicide doors
Still gotta cop em
Yeahh

Aheey Kipper
Kickin down doors
Fucking on hoes
Hoes
Pouring up some fours, lean
Act!!
Suicide doors, stil gotta cop em y'all Ready know
On god god
Trappin so hard
Trap
No remorse
Trap
You nee know
Trap, trap slatt trap
He my clone, that's for sure
I'm really grown
Kipper
I don't know what you sayin hoe
Hoe
Droppin we causing a cyclone
For real
That's why she always on my phone
Gang
Tryna drop, better postpone
Woah
Kipper yeah building my throne
Kipper
Wit the gang never alone
Gang
Really this fire it really my tone
Woah
Damn looney this our tone
On god
Freestyle n i be stoned bro
On god god
Damn Løoney this our tone
On god god
Aheey Kipper
Damn Løoney this our tone



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Writer(s): Pfunzo Mphagi
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