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rotorial - suicide (full version) lyrics

[intro: polo g]
(reapyy)
(haze, call me back)
uh, uh, uh (ayo, shoki, this go—)

[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 whilе
but something keep tellin’ me, “f+ck thеm, play foul”
youngin’ just twenty, richest 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 fogo for lunch with the chão
wake up the chef and that sh+t throwin’ down
young n+gga lavish livin’, but i’m savage driven
i done ran it up way more than miles
get the f+ck out my face with them smiles
you don’t want beef, then boy, you better bow
young n+gga, treacherous how i move, it’s my style
if you interested 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 it keepin’, i’m takin’ that risk
i know n+ggas pray to see me in the ground
[chorus: polo g]
uh, my mama told me, “f+ck a friend, they be choosin’ sides”
hate to admit it, but it turns out that she was right
f+ck the police ’cause they act like everything we do a crime
free all my n+ggas up the road, yeah, that’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 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]
uh, my mama told me, “f+ck a friend, they be choosin’ sides”
hate to admit it, but it turns out that she was right
f+ck the police ’cause they act like everything we do a crime
free all my n+ggas up the road, yeah, that’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 3: lil tjay]
always strapped, f+ck 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
f+ck that, i’m too rich, i ain’t an imposter
that n+gga tryna run at me, that mean he dumb as f+ck
’cause all my shooters, they aimin’ for māthās
i ain’t speakin’ too much, but it’s slaughter
n+gga 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 f+ckboys 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, “f+ck a friend, they be choosin’ sides”
hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right
f+ck the police ’cause they act like everything we do a crime
free all my n+ggas up the road, yeah, that’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?

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