Suicide (Demo)

[Intro] (Reapyy) (Haze, call me back) Uh, uh, uh, uh (Ayo, Shoki, this go crazy) [Chorus: Polo G] My mama told me, "Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides" Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right Fuck 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 bitch 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, fuck 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 Fuck that, I'm too rich, I ain't an imposter That nigga tryna run at me, that mean he dumb as fuck 'Cause all my shooters, they aimin' for māthās I ain't speakin' too much, but it's slaughter Nigga 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 fuckboys 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, "Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides" Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right Fuck 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 bitch 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 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' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go [Chorus: Polo G] My mama told me, "Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides" Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right Fuck 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 bitch 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?