This is not a roleplay
This a real Glock
My brother sellin cold play
Oh that’s some real rock
Had em looking both ways
Cause I’m real crossed
Did a cirque du sole
And flipped the roof off
Had me in my old ways
Wit the cold gaze
Eatin soul
Like a parfait
On some raw sh#t
Not a soul train
Morphine
Hit the metal with a hard brake
Scarface
Say hello and kill em all
b#tch get out my face if you ain’t been tryna f#ck
All these b#tches love me cause they like the way I talk
This is not a roleplay this a real Glock
I been movin packs outta state in Montreal
Half these m#th*rf#ck*rs only hard behind a gun
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#ss# go and say sh#t to the cops
Nemo mixing orange with the white like a clownfish
And my shorty ridin’ with me she a goth b#tch
That’s why I love the way she tellin 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 ridin’ with me she a goth b#tch
That’s why I love the way she tellin 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 n#gg#s 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
She just wanna f#ck she don’t know how hard my c#ck gets
He don’t wanna play I got K’s I got dracs I got sticks yuh
Fake sh#t they just wanna f#ck cuz I’m lit yuh
I ain’t with that talking sh#t yuh suck my dick yuh yuh
That’s my sh#t yuh aye check my wrist yuh
This is not a roleplay
This a real Glock
My brother sellin cold play
Oh that’s some real rock
Had em looking both ways
Cause I’m real crossed
Did a cirque du sole
And flipped the roof off
Had me in my old ways
Wit the cold gaze
Eatin soul
Like a parfait
On some raw sh#t
Not a soul train
Morphine
Hit the metal with a hard brake
Scarface
Say hello and kill em all
Yuh, yuh huh, yuh
b#tch it’s young Brokie might kill ’em all, kill ’em all
Your b#tch wanna f#ck cuz she know that my dick n balls
You get no b#tches, they minimal, minimal
You get no b#tches, they fictional, fictional
b#tch wanna roleplay, hmm
Got white in her mouth like it’s Colgate, hmm
I’m dodgin’ these b#tches like Olé, hmm
That boy want a feature like no way, hmm
Your b#tch tryna f#ck
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-b#tch 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#tch, huh
Skrrt’n though your block with Saudi AF rims b#tch, huh
#ss lookin to fat, waist lookin thin b#tch, huh
Send that boy on an adventure like he tin tin, huh [it’s brokie]
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