Polo G - Suicide Lyrics

Suicide Song Lyrics
Suicide by Polo G (Reapyy)
(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 niggas up the road, yeah, that's doin' time
I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes
They flip this b**ch 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 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 f**k 'em play foul
Young and just twenty b**ches 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' sh*t down
That nigga 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 nigga, 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 niggas 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 niggas up the road, yeah, that's doin' time
I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes
They flip this b**ch 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 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

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 niggas up the road, yeah, that's doin' time
I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes
They flip this b**ch 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?