Roll Up - Intellectual

[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