Hotboy Wes - Rolling Loud feat. Big Scarr & BigWalkDog [Official Video]

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

Gon' be a murder in Miami if they play at Rolling Loud

Give a fuck about no law, play with my dawg it's goin' down

Threw my Cuban straight to Gucci, said "I'm jumping in the crowd"

Ain't no other way I 'posed to play, that soldier way my style

Fight them, boxes, I 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 for them bitches that ain't use to know, I bet they know us now

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 when she got the opps droppin' messages

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 'em, them bitches extra

Authority tryna life us, we steady applying pressure

Gon' be a murder in Miami if they play at Rolling Loud

Give a fuck about no law, play with my dawg it's goin' down

Threw my Cuban straight to Gucci, said "I'm jumping in the crowd"

Ain't no other way I 'posed to play, that soldier way my style

Fight them, boxes, I 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 for them bitches that ain't use to know, I bet they know us now

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 (through the crowd)

And that bitch ain't used to like me but she talking to me now (but she talking to me now)

We just like Jehovah'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

Gon' be a murder in Miami if they play at Rolling Loud

Give a fuck about no law, play with my dawg it's goin' down

Threw my Cuban straight to Gucci, said "I'm jumping in the crowd"

Ain't no other way I 'posed to play, that soldier way my style

Fight them, boxes, I 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 for them bitches that ain't use to know, I bet they know us now

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 up on my fit

But still might jump up in the crowd (whoa, 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), whoa (whoa), me, Hotboy and Walk, let's go (let's go)

South Beach, foreign freaks on a boat (whoa)

Five-star penthouse, start floatin' (top floor)

I valet my car at the door

Hellcat Ricky ran with yo' ho

Pull up, high speed on the way to the show

Now I'm backstage turnt up, let's go, let's go

Gon' be a murder in Miami if they play at Rolling Loud

Give a fuck about no law, play with my dawg it's goin' down

Threw my Cuban straight to Gucci, said "I'm jumping in the crowd"

Ain't no other way I 'posed to play, that soldier way my style

Fight them, boxes, I 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 for them bitches that ain't use to know, I bet they know us now