Roll Em up (feat. Lr)

Brrr
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
Suh!
Ay take me in
Ay get him
It's LR baby, it's LR boo
Woi, woi
Ay get him
Ying dat
Splash
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
Brrr
Ayy
(Scratch Mixed It)

Get the drop, better know that we rolling up
All of them opps, we roll them up
He got caught, now we roll him up
Told LR ying while I hold him up
GB's dead so we roll him up
Junior's dead so we roll him up
Now we smoke them up
I just swing my ying tryna open guts

Get the drop, better know that we rolling up
All of them opps, we roll them up
He got caught, now we roll him up
Told LR ying while I hold him up
GB's dead so we roll him up
Junior's dead so we roll him up
Now we smoke them up
I just swing my ying tryna open guts

Get the drop, no talk we're rolling
He spoke shit, got wigged we roll him
Skid round on dingers and stolen
He got caught, we left him open
He should've died but he made a commotion
Said they're on me, no way, they're joking
Like I ain't chinged man, left him hoping
Bored down Paul, soul should've stole it

Capped it, V backed it and then slapped it
Man ying that while the corn was flying
Man spilled juice then I went for cover
I didn't know it was us that's frying
Skying, the opps get bored keep dying
Gang want more so we keep on trying
Frying, said they got back they're lying
Man back ying cah he kept on eyeing

Slip, get cheffed or cooked
They don't want beef cah they know it's frying
I don't care about age, onsight him
Back that stainless steel or iron
How can they chat bare mans been dying? (They're dead)
Every opp that I've got caught gave more than five, no cap, I ain't lying
Chinged my man, he screamed out "I'm dying"

If I bring this handting someone's dying
I don't know why the opps ain't trying
Where's GB? I don't know where man's lying (I don't know)
Yo, most of the opps been dying
Their friends ain't trying and their mumsy's crying
Broad day a man crept with iron and I left it frying and the corn was flying
Flying, none of my friends ain't dying

Get the drop, better know that we rolling up
All of them opps, we roll them up
He got caught, now we roll him up
Told LR ying while I hold him up
GB's dead so we roll him up
Junior's dead so we roll him up
Now we smoke them up
I just swing my ying tryna open guts

Get the drop, better know that we rolling up
All of them opps, we roll them up
He got caught, now we roll him up
Told LR ying while I hold him up
GB's dead so we roll him up
Junior's dead so we roll him up
Now we smoke them up
I just swing my ying tryna open guts

Chatting 'bout top scorers, best mention me
Stop chatting when your friend got shot on the floor
He kept saying his name Jolie
Ratchet in the bando with me
But I couldn't bang that, she ain't shouting for weed
I don't wanna go back and whip
But know you can never say you're on bruce
Like basketball, I'ma shoot for free

Any sight of the opps man beat, skeet or I wet mans belly
Bro said that it weren't that deep, but I turnt that deep and I pushed it deep
I just sighted a opp, creep
Creep, pray that a man go sleep
Sleep, mind cah he saw me peep
Should've been discreet would've been six feet

He should've got put in the ground like parsnip (dead)
But he made it, that's jarring
But it's alright cah we caught his friend
Gave more than ten we left him gasping
If it ain't shanks, aim up, blast it (bow)
Jump out bait know bro will park it (skkrt)
Countless times they got bombarded
Twisted my shank in his chest, go ask him

Aim, shoot, the mash got clarted
Woulda turnt crow crow but he darted
Big man thought that the block weren't guarded
Stop got got then he got bombarded
Guarded, ching man 'til he retarded
Or catch corn when the mash get clarted
Tryna make man fly like Tardis
Now man's up in the air, no harness

Get the drop, better know that we rolling up
All of them opps, we roll them up
He got caught, now we roll him up
Told LR ying while I hold him up
GB's dead so we roll him up
Junior's dead so we roll him up
Now we smoke them up
I just swing my ying tryna open guts

Get the drop, better know that we rolling up
All of them opps, we roll them up
He got caught, now we roll him up
Told LR ying while I hold him up
GB's dead so we roll him up
Junior's dead so we roll him up
Now we smoke them up
I just swing my ying tryna open guts



Credits
Writer(s): Ted Gitagama, Godfrey Tinashe Madondo
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