Suicide Letra - Polo G ft. Lil Tjay

(Reapyy)

(Haze, call me back)

Uh, uh, uh (Ayo, Shoki, this go—)

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?

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

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?

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

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?