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Rolled up
4,790
Hip-Hop/Rap
Rolled up was released on September 6, 2024 by Royalty as a part of the album Up Next - EP
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Release DateSeptember 6, 2024
LabelRoyalty
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kashawn Malik Belcher
Kashawn Malik Belcher
Songwriter

Lyrics

Just wanted to update everyone
We are on the verge of taking out all the opps
Lay 'em out, let 'em rest
Stay ten toes up and I rep my set
I stay on right, I ain't lookin' left
Ain't like this shit, then you must be deaf
Ride around, I stay seven deep, bitch, I'm bringin' hell, I ain't bringin' peace
Always makin hits, every verse I spit gon' revive the dead like they been deceased
All these **** cheeks and I said it
See me at the top, bitch, I bet it
This been rookie shit, I don't sweat it
Hold that brick up and I spread it
Go to war, ****, lets get it
On the front lines, ****, I'm in it
Say one more time, don't forget it
Man, I ain't fired in a minute (Woo-ooh)
Fuck the city up, bitch, we takin' over
Burn the blocks down, ridin' through the streets in my rover
Got the cops out, locked down
This too much exposure (Woo, woo, woo)
Fend for myself, yeah, I been my own chauffeur
Nice but I'm shootin', you can call me bipolar (Doo-doo-doo)
Come to my woods, lil' ****, I keep the poll up (Uh, uh)
Shootin' through your window, lil' pussy, I'll make you scroll up (Sheesh)
Ashin' out his tray, we finna leave that **** rolled up (Sheesh)
Takin' out his family, leave him silent
Choppas on the ready, bitch, you know I'm with the violence (Uh)
Riled up, smokin' out the city, we been wildin'
It's a battleground, this where **** die, you ain't survivin'
Bloodied up the floor, you in a place you shouldn't be
You ain't getting back and that's somethin' that I can guarantee
(Woo, woo, woo)
We on two sides, dukin' out like we on Jubilee (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ain't no stoppin' 'til we make sure his homies don't rest in peace, yeah
(Ooh-woo)
Fuck the city up, bitch, we takin' over
Burn the blocks down, ridin' through the streets in my rover
Got the cops out, locked down
This too much exposure (Woo, woo, woo)
Fend for myself, yeah, I been my own chauffeur
Nice but I'm shootin', you can call me bipolar (Doo-doo-doo)
Come to my woods, lil' ****, I keep the poll up (Uh, uh)
Shootin' through your window, lil' pussy, I'll make you scroll up (Sheesh)
Ashin' out his tray, we finna leave that **** rolled up (Sheesh)
So, this is big stuff here
And um, let's hope we get done soon
Written by: Kashawn Malik Belcher
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