Closed Doors Lyrics

Get a spliff and bill it

Bad gyal bang like Cillet

Breast and thighs no fillet

Morleys when I hit it

Them boy catching feelings

Us boy we don't feel it

Get a bad b n drill it

Any opp we drillin

Tryna chase money tryna stack these pounds

Them boy they don't come around

You know they ain't making sound

My loud is making noise can you please just turn it down

There's ain't making sound

Get a bad b n drill it

We ain't catching feelings

You know they don't make no sound

No sound

Boxes scales and clientele

You know that I do it well

Them boy they don't make no sales

My loud is cheap it's like it's always on sale

Run it up

Flip it stretch it

Then I double up

I'm tryna get double cupped

That's magnum in my glass

You know that I'm always driving fast

I saw your girl

And you know I slapped her arse

I didn't even need to ask

She said she don't care about my crazy past

You know I buss my ahhh

And when I do it I do not tell my mum

Dry cleaners for my jacket

This crazy life you know that you couldn't hack it

I dish the loud out out in packets

Flavours there flavours here you know we have it

If I'm not rolling with the mandem

Then I'm doing road with badders

Occupied passenger seat

Never alone always got suttin on me

I buss my shots and then I skeet

Hit em once and then repeat

You'll get hooked up on my green

And if you owe me P's

Knock your door like trick or treat

Bitch