Rolling Loud (feat. Big Scarr, BigWalkDog)

Yeah, you niggas know what the fuck goin' on Big 1017 shit, nigga Blame it on Mosta Big So Icy Gang shit, nigga Landlord shit, nigga 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 fuck 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 fuck them bitches 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 bitch, I just use the ho for some leverage Boy, you ain't with this shit, you just part of them for protection Just took 'em down for some 'bows and went blew that shit 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 bitch, 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 fuck 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 fuck them bitches 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 bitch 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 fuck 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 fuck them bitches 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 fuck 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 fuck them bitches that ain't use to know, I bet they know us now