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)