rolling loud - hotboy wes lyrics
[intro: hotboy wes]
yeah, you n*ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on
big 1017 sh*t, n*gga (blame it on mosta)
big so icy gang sh*t, n*gga
landlord sh*t, n*gga (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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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
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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 diamomds in my mouth (i got diamonds in my mouth)
blew a bag up on 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, woah, me, hotboy and walk, let’s go
south beach, foreign feast on a boat (woah)
one five*star penthouse, start floatin’
i valet my car at the door
h*llcat 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 f*ck 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 f*ck them b*tches that ain’t use to know, i bet they know us now
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