Polo G - Choosing Sides lyrics

[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?