Polo G, Lil Tjay - Suicide lyrics

Tione Daylan Merritt

[Polo G, Lil Tjay - Suicide lyrics]

(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 rIP 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?

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