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