Текст песни Hotboy Wes (feat. BigWalkDog, Big Scarr) - Rolling Loud

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