• Title:Suicide (Explicit)
  • Artist:Polo G;Lil Tjay
  • Album:Hall of Fame 2.0 (Explicit)
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    Suicide (Explicit) - Polo G/Lil Tjay
    Lyrics by:Taurus Bartlett/Tione Jayden Merritt
    Composed by:Taurus Bartlett/Tione Jayden Merritt

    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