Rolling Loud Hotboy Wes (Ft. Big Scarr & BigWalkDog)

[Intro: Hotboy Wes]
Yeah, you niggas know what the fuck goin' on
Big 1017 shit, nigga (Blame it on Monstah)
Big So Icy Gang shit, nigga, Landlord shit, nigga
Ain't never seen no palm trees

[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 straight to Gucci, said, "I'm jumping in the crowd"
Ain't no other way Hot 'posed to play, that soldier way my style
Fought them boxers, I was ready, he thought he was rolling loud
Diamonds all up on my wrist, hold up my fist, my Rollie loud
Four chopper sticks in the Chevy, that's the way we roll around
And for them bitches that ain't used 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 'em in with a thot, when she got thе opps, drop a message
Really don't lovе the bitch, I just use the ho for some leverage
Boy, you ain't with the shit, you just part of that for protection
Just took 'em down for some 'bows and went blew that shit on a necklace
Caught him lackin' down in Georgia, then robbed him out in Giuseppes
Thirties and dirty carbines like we was starrin' in Belly
Two choppers by my dresser, don't need 'em, them bitches extra
Authority tryna life us, we steady applying pressure