Suicide (feat. Lil Tjay)

(Reapyy)

(Haze, call me back)

Uh, uh, uh, uh (Ayo, Shoki, this go crazy!)

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 **** up the road, yeah, there'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?

We don't play shit ain't allowed

Disrespect, I bet .40 go "Baow"

Been a minute, ain't drop in a while

But somethin' keep tellin' me "Fuck them, play foul"

Young and just twenty bitches 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 fucked up for lunch since a child

Wake up and the chef throwin' shit down

That **** lavish livin', but I'm savage livin'

I be runnin' it up way more than miles

Get the fuck out my face with them smiles

You don't want beef no more, you better bow

Young ****, 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 **** pray to see me in the ground

Uh, 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 **** up the road, yeah, there'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?

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

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 **** up the road, yeah, there'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?