ROLEPLAY ft. YNG Martyr, Lucie's Nightmare & ISSBROKIE Lyrics

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)