New Glizzy

[Intro: Scorey] New glizzy, uh Uh, I just—, new glizzy, uh Uh, I just bought a new glizzy, uh Uh, I just— (It's Harry, Harry Potter) Uh [Chorus: Scorey] Wake up to palm trees, came up from dark days Stayed wit' the bad guys, and we skipped class in the hallways Gave her my love, she tried to play me like a arcade, ayy She broke my heartstrings I bought a new blick with a red beam, and the shots bang I got a new bitch, give her wet dreams, and a heartache Don' fuck with new fish, she be dead meat in this Shark Tank Ayy, this life is not fake [Verse 1: Polo G] Break bread, we sharin' meals, wanna see how Paris feel No, we don't spare him, kill, rolling like Ferris wheels Snipers scorin’ in the club, she shoot like Bradley Beal Cinderella, ghetto love, she left a pair of heels Secrets from your journal told me all the things they never knew I would never judge, just help you be a better you Tired of Facebook thugs, talk 'bout shit they would never do When I point, they send slugs, and they don't really question, "Who?" Call up Scorey, he got hitters way out in Syracuse Painful devastation, just wanna hear some better news Hard to stay sane with all these barriers I'm tearin' through Servin' on the strip, addin up the avanue revenue And they kept saying they'll change, but they was makin' excuses Using my heart wrong, I believed them, shit makin' me stupid All these relationships fail, now I got hatred for Cupid Devil whispered in my ear, tryna escape his recruitment [Chorus: Scorey] Wake up to palm trees, came up from dark days Stayed wit' the bad guys, and we skipped class in the hallways Gave her my love, she tried to play me like a arcade, ayy She broke my heartstrings I bought a new blick with a red beam, and the shots bang I got a new bitch, give her wet dreams, and a heartache Don' fuck with new fish, she be dead meat in this Shark Tank Ayy, this life is not fake [Verse 2: Scorey] I got a lil' bro, he let shots off, he a big dawg for his age I got a big show, you get stomped out if we pissed off on the stage Ain't no quarterback, I'on give a pass, he get picked off if he play Ayy, come on this block, he get chained Remy, he a demon, let that heater sing like Lauryn Hill I don't like to speak, so I can't teach him, but this .40 will Lord, I miss my niggas, I might tear up to them stories still Ayy, tryna get rich, but we be scorin' still [Chorus: Scorey] Wake up to palm trees, came up from dark days Stayed wit' the bad guys, and we skipped class in the hallways Gave her my love, she tried to play me like a arcade, ayy She broke my heartstrings I bought a new blick with a red beam, and the shots bang I got a new bitch, give her wet dreams, and a heartache Don' fuck with new fish, she be dead meat in this Shark Tank Ayy, this life is not fake