Hotboy Wes - Rolling Loud lyrics

[Intro: Hotboy Wes] Yeah, you ni**as know what the fu*k goin' on Big 1017 sh*t, ni**a (Blame it on Mosta) Big So Icy Gang sh*t, ni**a Landlord sh*t, ni**a (Monsta, I hear you in this one) Ain't never seen no palm tree [Chorus: Hotboy Wes] Gon' be a murder in Miami if they play at Rolling Loud Give a fu*k about no law, play with my dog it's goin' down Threw my Cuban stripe to Gucci, said, "I'm jumping in the crowd" Ain't no other way Hot 'posed to play, that soldier way my style Find them boxes out, was ready, he thought he was rolling loud Diamonds all up on my wrist, hol' up, my fist might roll the loud Four choppers, sticks in the Chevy, that's the way we roll around And fu*k them b*tches that ain't use to know, I bet they know us now [Verse 1: Hotboy Wes] Told Gucci before I signed I was on parole for possession Two pistol cases pending I'm on probation in Texas Bait a man with a thot whеn she got the opps droppin' messagеs Really don't love the b*tch, I just use the ho' for some leverage Boy, you ain't with this sh*t, you just part of them for protection Just took 'em down for some 'bows and went blew that sh*t on a necklace Caught 'em lacking down in Georgia, went robbed him out in Giuseppe's Thirties and dirty carbons like we was starring in Belly Two choppers by my dresser, don't need a new b*tch, it's extra Authority tryna life us, we steady applying pressure [Chorus: Hotboy Wes] Gon' be a murder in Miami if they play at Rolling Loud Give a fu*k about no law, play with my dog it's goin' down Threw my Cuban stripe to Gucci, said, "I'm jumping in the crowd" Ain't no other way Hot 'posed to play, that soldier way my style Find them boxes out, was ready, he thought he was rolling loud Diamonds all up on my wrist, hol' up, my fist might roll the loud Four choppers, sticks in the Chevy, that's the way we roll around And fu*k them b*tches that ain't use to know, I bet they know us now [Verse 2: BigWalkDog] Hey, Big 1017, they like, "Why they showin' out?" (Why they showin'?) And my left wrist look like levee, look like Florida in my mouth And I just left from Virginia, I was walking through the crowd And that b*tch ain't used to like me but she talking to me now We just like Jehova's Witness, we go show up at your house (Show up at your house) Feds just did investigation, they took all the pistols out And if you play with Gucci Mane, we sending missiles through the crowd And then you know we smoking gas, I'm rolling loud at Rolling Loud Touching back in every week, I throw my money in the pile And I just popped a Percocet, hold it down [Chorus: Hotboy Wes] Gon' be a murder in Miami if they play at Rolling Loud Give a fu*k about no law, play with my dog it's goin' down Threw my Cuban stripe to Gucci, said, "I'm jumping in the crowd" Ain't no other way Hot 'posed to play, that soldier way my style Find them boxes out, was ready, he thought he was rolling loud Diamonds all up on my wrist, hol' up, my fist might roll the loud Four choppers, sticks in the Chevy, that's the way we roll around And fu*k them b*tches that ain't use to know, I bet they know us now [Verse 3: Big Scarr] Turn this concert to a murder scene, don't play at Rolling Loud (Ayy, don't play at Rolling Loud) Neck and wrist cold like a hockey rink (Ice), got diamonds in my mouth (I got diamonds in my mouth) Blew a bag upon my fit but still might jump up in the crowd (Woah, I might jump up in the crowd) Hotboy tweaking out his body, if you play it's goin' down (You know it's goin' down) Uh (Uh), woah (Woah), me, Hotboy and Walk, let's go (Let's go) South Beach, foreign feast on a boat (Woah) One five-star penthouse, start floatin' I valet my car at the door Hellcat Ricky ran with the ho Pull up, high speed on the way to the show Now I'm backstage turnt up, let's go, let's go [Chorus: Hotboy Wes] Gon' be a murder in Miami if they play at Rolling Loud Give a fu*k about no law, play with my dog it's goin' down Threw my Cuban stripe to Gucci, said, "I'm jumping in the crowd" Ain't no other way Hot 'posed to play, that soldier way my style Find them boxes out, was ready, he thought he was rolling loud Diamonds all up on my wrist, hold up, my fist might roll the loud Four choppers, sticks in the Chevy, that's the way we roll around And fu*k them b*tches that ain't use to know, I bet they know us now