[Chorus: YNG Martyr]
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 shit
Not a soul train
Morphine
Hit the metal with a hard brake
Scarface
Say hello and kill em all

[Verse 1: OMXNEMO]
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 movin packs outta state in Montreal
Half these motherfuckers 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 pussy go and say shit to the cops
Nemo mixing orange with the white like a clownfish
And my shorty ridin' with me she a goth bitch
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
[Bridge]
(Nemo mixing orange with the white like a clownfish
And my shorty ridin' with me she a goth bitch
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)

[Verse 2: Lucie’s Nightmare]
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***as 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 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

[Chorus: YNG Martyr]
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 shit
Not a soul train
Morphine
Hit the metal with a hard brake
Scarface
Say hello and kill em all
[Verse 3: ISSBROKIE]
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, huh
Ass lookin to fat, waist lookin thin bitch, huh
Send that boy on an adventure like he tin tin, huh (it's brokie)