Lil Tjay - Suicide lyrics

[Intro] (Reapyy) (Haze, call me back) Uh, uh, uh, uh (Ayo, Shoki, this go crazy!) [Chorus: Polo G] My mama told me, "fu*k a friend, they be choosin' sides" Hate to admit it, 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 flip 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] We don't play sh*t ain't allowed Disrespect, I bet .40 go "Baow" Been a minute, ain't drop in a while But somethin' keep tellin' me "fu*k them, play foul" Young and just twenty b*tches 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 fu*ked up for lunch since a child Wake up and the chef throwin' sh*t down That ni**a lavish livin', but I'm savage livin' I be runnin' it up way more than miles Get the fu*k out my face with them smiles You don't want beef no more, you better bow Young ni**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 ni**as pray to see me in the ground [Chorus: Polo G] Uh, my mama told me, "fu*k a friend, they be choosin' sides" Hate to admit it, 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 flip 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' 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 ain't 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' sh*t, you know I can't go, I can't go [Chorus: Polo G] My mama told me, "fu*k a friend, they be choosin' sides" Hate to admit it, 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 flip 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?