[Intro]
Reapyy
(Haze, call me back)
Ayo, Shoki this go crazy
Uh, uh, ah
[Chorus: Polo G]
My mama told me "fu*k a friend, they be choosin' side"
Hate to admit, but it turns out that you was right
fu*k the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime
Free all my ni**as up the road, yeah, there's doin' time
I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes
They flipped this b*tch, 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]
Always strapped, fu*k an opper
Play with us, you gon' need twenty doctors
I'm surrounded by thirty-two shottas
I pray that no one don't think I'm a boxer
Been through it, I made it, it was more to gain
Ain't tryna brag, that milly was a lot to us
Now in the city with that Richard Millie
Was one of the things I bought my roster
Now I got bigger goals and got bigger shows
They be comin', I gotta move proper
Movin' bougie and everythin' lobster
fu*k that, I'm too rich, I ain't an imposter
That ni**a tryna run at me, that mean he dumb as fu*k
'Cause all my shooters they aimin' for matas
I ain't speakin' too much, but it's slaughter
ni**a that got they ass trendin' turned into roster
Grrt, boom, .40 go blocka
I'm tryna run it up until my grave
'Fore they take me out, I be standin' on top
One of you fu*kboys tryna bust toys since I was stuck in that cage
Know I made it, I had the boy on my page
Rememberin' them treacherous days
[Chorus: Polo G]
My mama told me "fu*k a friend, they be choosin' side"
Hate to admit, but it turns out that you was right
fu*k the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime
Free all my ni**as up the road, yeah, there's doin' time
I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes
They flipped this b*tch, 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' B's, 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 ain't can't see a team hot as us
Slide, slide, foe'nem 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 is 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' sh*t, you know I can't go, can't go
[Chorus: Polo G]
My mama told me "fu*k a friend, they be choosin' side"
Hate to admit, but it turns out that you was right
fu*k the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime
Free all my ni**as up the road, yeah, there's doin' time
I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes
They flipped this b*tch, 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?