Suicide

Suicide (Explicit) - Polo G/Lil Tjay

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett/Tione Jayden Merritt

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett/Tione Jayden Merritt

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Haze call me back

Uh uh uh uh

Ayo Shoki this go-

Polo G：

My mama told me "f**k a friend they be choosin' sides"

Hate to admit it but it turns out that you was right

F**k the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime

Free all my n***as up the road yeah that's doin' time

I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes

They flip this b***h 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

Lil Tjay：

We don't play s**t ain't allowed

Disrespect I bet .40 go "Baow"

Been a minute ain't drop in a while

But somethin' keep tellin' me f**k 'em play foul

Young and just twenty b***hes 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

Now it's f**ked up for lunch since a child

Wake up and the chef throwin' s**t down

That n***a lavish livin' but I'm savage livin'

I be runnin' it up way more than mouse

Get the f**k out my face with them smiles

You don't want beef no more you better bow

Young n***a treacherous how I move it's my style

If you just here 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 I keep on takin' that risk

I know n***as pray to see me in the ground

Polo G：

Uh my mama told me "f**k a friend they be choosin' sides"

Hate to admit it but it turns out that you was right

F**k the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime

Free all my n***as up the road yeah that's doin' time

I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes

They flip this b***h 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