Roll Up

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Lil Dotz & Broadday - Rap, UK Rap

Roll Up

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[Intro: Lil Dotz] It's Madara Beatz SebzBeats, baby Ay, R.I.P BD, R.I.P GDotz R.I.P Amro Madara Gangshit, you already know what it is You know the folks still sliding though the 4 AGB shit HRB shit, free the guys Look [Verse 1: Lil Dotz] HR, PG, you know the pattern (Gang) If I ain't shelling the 6 I'm rambo gripping with Fred' in Hattons (Yeah) I've seen man run and trip The nine or the dots leave your headback splattered (Bow, bow) Most of my opps are azzis, I don't really care 'bout "Black Lives Matter" (Nah) Spin the coupe, demons in traffic (Skrr) Know my AGB's will bang it (Bow) Them man try laugh and diss, but I swear TBoy just got damaged (Haha) Spin through P block, watch them vanish B1, hop out, try turn man cabbage (Ay, come 'ere) I'm hurt, but rest up BD Why? Cah my broski was a savage [Verse 2: Broadday] Yo, remember conning a halfie? Now my Pyrex just filled up with Charlie (Whip) Lighties ain't feeling this Mali I stay making bread with my chargie, wallahi (Wallahi) I went jail, came home, grabbed my gun and bells Turned my phone on, put a brick on the scale Regular check ups, I can't take a L Get nicked with this re-up, I ain't getting bail (I ain't) Got man in the ends cuffing fat tings Just to have a yard to lock waps in Man can't tell me about hand tings Flying Squad nearly had Sus and T.Scam baking off on the landing (Nearly) Catch me in the trap, breaking down a 4s Or helping Akid put a box into draws Cats say I take long, take four for a score Big .45, I'm ready for war [Chorus: Lil Dotz & Broadday] Them man get hurt when we speak on works 'Cah we put guys on the news (Facts) HRB, AGB, turn man pack, made 'em pour up juice (Gang, gang) Try diss, we will roll on you Two guns up, like Denzel who? Try run, tell broski "Shoot" Back to the 'Zart, let me roll up Gucc' (Ay, roll that) "Drillings on drillings"? (Bow) God damn, they must be kidding We got down half their batch in the flats, how dare they call us victims? (How?) Buck into opps and turn them flavours Them man shit with their shavers 'Nuff of them got done with the stainless We tarnish them, now it's back to the papers [Verse 3: Lil Dotz] I pull up, take off and skid (Skrr) They know where I'm from, red bricks (Red bricks) No, I do not fuck with the 6, 6, 6, 'cah all of them pricks Demons devils, my youngers are sick Rambo grippin' in Harvey and Nichs (Yeah) Lord knows, I don't lack LD keeps a stick, I know it's not right, but it's wrong if I slip Free the gang causing hell on the block (Free 'em) Them niggas ain't Crips, they're washed (Nah) You chat about leaving your right hand, but you ran when Z got chopped (Back it) I don't know why these patties are lost, lost, lost These patties are lost (Lost) Two hands, I'm spinnin' their block I walk with the smoke, so don't get popped [Verse 4: Broadday] Chop down a dotty, load up the hand ting Free Hitman, making racks on the landing (Free him) Bagged up a four and a half while standing Patterned the ends, now I started expanding I done my time, they let me go AR got birded, I feel it for bro Press the bujj, whip up the snow If you're talking about guns, I let mine go (Bow) I'm AGB, why you asking questions? I need me a Glock with a long extension Been through things that I cannot mention Trap 'til I die, I don't need a pension They took BD and that left man hurting That's why the ding-dong still be swerving Stay at home, me and Babz are lurking Sweep up the cells so the young G's serving [Chorus: Lil Dotz & Broadday] Them man get hurt when we speak on works 'Cah we put guys on the news (Facts) HRB, AGB, turn man pack, made 'em pour up juice (Gang, gang) Try diss, we will roll on you Two guns up, like Denzel who? Try run, tell broski "Shoot" Back to the 'Zart, let me roll up Gucc' (Ay, roll that) "Drillings on drillings"? (Bow) God damn, they must be kidding We got down half their batch in the flats, how dare they call us victims? (How?) Buck into opps and turn them flavours Them man shit with their shavers 'Nuff of them got done with the stainless We tarnish them, now it's back to the papers [Outro] It's Madara Beatz SebzBeats, baby Madara

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Credits

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  • Lil Dotz
  • Broadday