Lyrics Roll Up - Lil Dotz , Broadday

HRB g you know the pattern
If i ain't shelling the 6 Im rambo gripping with Fred in Hattons
I've seen man run and trip,
The 9 or the dots leave your headback splattered
Most of my opps are azzis, i dont really care about black lives matter
Spin the coupe demons in traffic
Know my AGB's will bang it
Them man try laugh and diss but i swear T boy just got damaged
Spin through P-block watch them
Vanish, B1 hop out try turn man cabbage
Im hurt but rest up BD why? cah my broski was a savage

Yo
Remember conning a halfie now my pyrex just filled up with Charlie
Lighties ain't feeling this mali,
I stay making bread with my chargie wallahi
I went jail came home, grabbed my gun and bells
Turned my phone on but 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
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
Firing squad nearly had Sus and T.scam baking off on the landing
Catch me in the trap, breaking down a 4s
Or helping [?] put a box in the draw
Cats say I take long, take 4 for a score
Big .45
I'm ready for war

Them man get hurt when we speak on works cuh we put guys on the news
HRB, AGB turn man pack, make them pour up juice
Try diss we will roll on you, 2 guns up like Denzel who
Try run tell broski shoot
Back to the zart let me roll up Gucc
Drillings on drillings, God damn they must be kidding
We got down half their batch in the
Flats, how dare they call us victims
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 its back to the papers

I pull up take off and skid
They know where im from red bricks
No i do not fuck with the 6, 66 got all of them pricks
Demons devils my youngers are sick
Rambo gripping in Harvey Nichs
Lord knows I dont lack
LD keeps a stick, I know its not right but its wrong if i slip
Free the gang causing hell on the block
Them niggas ain't crips they're washed
You chat about leaving your right
Hand, but you ran when ZK got chopped
I dont know why these patties are
Lost lost lost these patties are lost
2 hands im spinning their block,
I walk with the smoke so dont get popped

Chop down a dotty, load up the hand ting
Free hitman making racks on the landing
Bagged up a 4 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
Im AGB why you asking questions
I need me a Glock with a long extention
Been through things that I cannot mention
Trap till I die I dont need a pension
They took BD and that left man hurting
So the ding dong still be swerving
Stay at home, me and [?] be lurking
Sweep up the cells so the young g's working

Them man get hurt when we speak on works cuh we put guys on the news
HRB, AGB turn man pack make them pour up juice
Try diss we will roll on you, 2 guns up like Denzel who
Try run tell broski shoot
Back to the zart let me roll up Gucc
Drillings on drillings, God damn they must be kidding
We got down half their batch in the
Flats, how dare they call us victims
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 its back to the papers