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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
Uh my mama told me "f**k a friend they be choosin' sides"
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
Don't do politics I only hang with my Draco
We start poppin' s**t you know I can't go I can't go