Suicide (Feat. Lil Tjay)

(Reapyy) (Haze, call me back) Uh, uh, uh (Ayo, Shoki, this go—) [Chorus: Polo G] Uh, my mama told me, "Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides" Hate to admit it, but it turns out that she was right Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, that's doin' time I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide? Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide? [Verse 1: Lil Tjay] We don't play, shit ain't allowed Disrespect, I bet 40 go baow Been a minute, ain't drop in a while But something keep tellin' me, "Fuck them, play foul" Youngin' just twenty, richest in my city Made it this far and I stuck to the vow I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin' I got here myself, they like, "How?" I was hungry out there, tryna eat Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud Now it's Fogo for lunch with the Chão Wake up the chef and that shit throwin' down Young nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage driven I done ran it up way more than miles Get the fuck out my face with them smiles You don't want beef, then boy, you better bow Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style If you interested lookin', don't think about bookin' Just know ain't no pattin' me down Know the police be watchin' my moves In too deep, I can't turn it around 'Cause it keepin', I'm takin' that risk I know niggas pray to see me in the ground [Chorus: Polo G] Uh, my mama told me, "Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides" Hate to admit it, but it turns out that she was right Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, that's doin' time I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide? Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide? [Verse 2: Polo G] For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up Ten thousand degrees so I can't see a team that's hot as us Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go [Chorus: Polo G] Uh, my mama told me, "Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides" Hate to admit it, but it turns out that she was right Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, that's doin' time I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide? Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?