Roll Up P Money (Ft. Blacks, Deadly R3al & SafOne)

[Verse 1: Deadly]
Told them over and over
When I roll up, badman will get shown up
Hand ting that'll strike fear in a grown up
Shotgun, make your belly look like a doughnut
You're not a bad boy, you're a doughnut
Come like a allergy, no nuts
No cameras and we come to shoot man (bang)
Hope man are ready for the close-up
When I roll up, blud, they come like a holder
No cash for gold but you'll give your gold up
Body in a carpet is my type of roll up
Some man got put to sleep, some woke up
Kicked up a man, see a man get rope up
One bag of thumps you will see a man soak up
I approach man and man start to own up
Come man, look what it is when I roll up

[Verse 2: P Money]
Yo, I must've been in a coma
Since when could a kid fuck with a grown up?
He ain't got a German whip, that's a stroller
That's not a king, that's a queen and a joker
I've been analysing man since October
His bars ain't better than my one about Zola
Went to a bar in Chelsea
I got a cup, walked out a legend, Zola
I don't wanna spill no blood
But diss my mum and blud it's all over
All this smack talk 'til you get knocked out
Maidana vs. Broner
Put me up against a bisexual
Don't blame me when I act bipolar
You ain't bustin' Muay Thai in them skinny jeans
You'll have shitter kicks than Gola