ROLEPLAY (feat. YNG Martyr, Lucie's Nightmare & ISSBROKIE)

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

Bitch get out my face if you ain't been tryna fuck
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 bitch)
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 pussy 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 bitch
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 bitch
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 fuck she don't know how hard my cock gets

He don't wanna play, I got K's, I got dracs, I got sticks, yuh
Fake shit, they just wanna fuck cuz I'm lit, yuh
I ain't with that talking shit, yuh, suck my dick, 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
Bitch it's young Brokie might kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Your bitch wanna fuck cuz she know that my dick n' balls
You get no bitches, they minimal, minimal

You get no bitches, they fictional, fictional
Bitch 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 bitch tryna fuck
Why she all up on my dick, 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 bitch, huh
Skrrt'n though your block with Saudi AF rims bitch, uh

Ass lookin' to fat, waist lookin' thin bitch, uh
Send that boy on an adventure like he tin tin, uh (It's brokie)



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Mowery
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