Suicide Doors (feat. Gunna)

(La música de Harry Fraud)

Call your friend, let's have a ménage, oh

From the bottom straight up to the top, oh

We chop that work

We got that work

Box that work

She got that work

She got that work

My diamonds twerk

Them haters hurtin'

When them tables turn

Suicide, suicide doors

Suicide, suicide doors

Suicide, suicide doors

Suicide, suicide doors

Who got that work?

We got that work

Came out the dirt

I move, ain't worried, dawg

Your pockets hurt

My car got curtains

Her pussy squirtin'

I fuck like a dog

Bought her a pink diamond 'cause my bitch look like a doll

Her head so good, made me overlook all of her flaws

Don't panic, I got suicidal doors on my cars

Don't panic, get this water, then I walk in lookin' like faucet

I'm in French's jeep, we're gon' just blow

Minks an chinchillas on my **** and my hoes

Get tip-top off her, I'm a winner like I'm Hov'

Real cute prize, I think let's bring her for the road

Ain't no switchin', all my **** stickin' to the code

Been reining in my main man, gettin' this shit in by the load

Told her put that cocaína color on her toes

When I get that dough it's suicidal doors

We chop that work

We got that work

Box that work

She got that work

She got that work

My diamonds twerk

Them haters hurtin'

When them tables turn

(Who got that work?)

Suicide, suicide doors

(Who got that work?)

Suicide, suicide doors

(Came out the dirt)

Suicide, suicide doors

(I move that work)

Suicide, suicide doors

My chick's a hoe, I hug my baby close

Right before you blink your eye I'm on a different course

I'm on them Paris Loubs

I direct the movies

Phantom's from the hoojees

Ha, that cash money due

That's a wrap, doobie

I'm on the Hills, Fugee

Drop-top on roofies

Caesar's Palace with Julius

Ah, hey, you know that boy, check, fade him

Why you think her face like a baby

Chop-choppin' down the work, diamond V's

My diamonds jumpin' like Dominique

Water blue ice, rest in peace to Eazy

Choppin' down the onion, my eyes Phillipin'

Chop that work

We got that work

Box that work

She got that work

She got that work

My diamonds twerk

Them haters hurtin'

When them tables turn

Suicide, suicide doors

Suicide, suicide doors

Suicide, suicide doors

Suicide, suicide doors

Call your friend, let's have a ménage, oh

From the bottom straight up to the top, oh