[Intro: Polo G]

(Reapyy)

(Haze, call me back)

Uh, uh, uh (Ayo, Shoki, this go—)

[Chorus: Polo G]

Uh, my mama told me, "Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides"

Hate to admit it, but it turns out that she 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]

We don't play, shit ain't allowed

Disrespect, I bet 40 go baow

Been a minute, ain't drop in a whilе

But something keep tellin' me, "Fuck 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 shit throwin' down

Young nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage driven

I done ran it up way more than miles

Get the fuck out my face with them smiles

You don't want beef, then boy, you better bow

Young nigga, 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 niggas pray to see me in the ground

[Chorus: Polo G]

Uh, my mama told me, "Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides"

Hate to admit it, but it turns out that she 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 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]

Uh, my mama told me, "Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides"

Hate to admit it, but it turns out that she 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 3: 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?