This is not a roleplay, this a real glock
My brother selling cold play, oh that's some real rock
Had them looking both ways cause I'm real crossed
Did a cirque du sole and I flipped the roof off
Had me in my old ways with the cold gaze
Eating soul like a parfait
On some raw shit, not a soul train
Morphine
Hit the metal with a hard brake
Scarface
Say hello and kill them all
B**h get out my face if you ain't been tryna f**k
All these bitches love me cause they like the way I talk
This is not a roleplay this a real glock
I been moving packs out of state in Montreal
Half these motherfuckers only hard behind a gun
(You a b**h)
I see the blood yeah I love the way it run
Laughing to the bank cause I ran up all my funds
You the type of p**y go and say shit to the cops
Nemo mixing orange with the white like a clownfish
And my shorty riding with me she a goth b**h
That's why I love the way she telling me those white lies
She got me thinking that I just might be the bad guy
(Nemo mixing orange with the white like a clownfish
And my shorty riding with me she a goth b**h
That's why I love the way she telling me those white lies
She got me thinking that I just might be the bad guy)
You can say hello to my friends just like I'm Scarface
Tony Montana with the drugs I'm in a fond place
Homie not a fan of I would pull up but my conscience
I'ma call my niggas they gone pull up and they
Off him put him in a coffin
No it's not a roleplay but yeah we do this often
Two shots and we getting higher than a rocket
And she wanna f**k she don't know how hard my c**k gets
He don't wanna play, I got K's, I got dracs, I got sticks, yuh
Fake shit, they just wanna f**k cuz I'm lit, yuh
I ain't with that talking shit, yuh, suck my d**k, yuh yuh
That's my shit yuh, aye, check my wrist, yuh
This is not a roleplay, this a real glock
My brother selling cold play, oh that's some real rock
Had them looking both ways cause I'm real crossed
Did a cirque du sole and I flipped the roof off
Had me in my old ways with the cold gaze
Eating soul like a parfait
On some raw shit, not a soul train
Morphine
Hit the metal with a hard brake
Scarface
Say hello and kill them all
Yuh, yuh huh, yuh
B**h it's young Brokie might kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Your b**h wanna f**k cuz she know that my d**k n' balls
You get no bitches, they minimal, minimal
You get no bitches, they fictional, fictional
B**h wanna roleplay, hmm
Got white in her mouth like it's Colgate, hmm
I'm dodgin' these bitches like Olé, hmm
That boy want a feature like no way, hmm
Your b**h tryna f**k
Why she all up on my d**k, oh yuh
That-that-that boy tryna bunk
But Imma hit em' with this stick oh yuh
Bi-bi-bitch I don't fight
Imma hit em' with this blick oh yuh
And it's flyin' like a kite
That a landin' he won't stick oh yuh
Yuh I got big steppers, these is timbs b**h, huh
Skrrt'n though your block with Saudi AF rims b**h, uh
Ass lookin' to fat, waist lookin' thin b**h, uh
Send that boy on an adventure like he tin tin, uh (It's brokie)
