[Intro: Hotboy Wes]
Yeah, you n***as know what the fuck goin' on
Big 1017 shit, n***a (Blame it on Monstah)
Big So Icy Gang shit, n***a, Landlord shit, n***a
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
[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 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 (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 sendin' missiles through the crowd
And then you know we smokin' gas, I'm rolling loud at Rolling Loud
Touchin' backend every week, I throw my money in the pile
And I just popped a Percocet, hold that 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 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 3: Big Scarr]
Turn his concert to a murder scene, don't play at Rolling Loud (Better not 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 (Woah, I might jump up in the crowd)
Hotboy tweakin' 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 freaks on a boat (Woah)
Five-star penthouse, top floor (Top floor)
I valet my car at the door
Hellcat, red key, ridin' with your ho
Pull a 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 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