Fiesta

Lyrics

[Intro] Fiesta, fiesta (Tre, what you cookin'?) Fiesta, fiesta (Wave, this the one, foe) [Chorus] Fiesta, fiesta My check up, my check up Six chains on, my neck hurt Bitch beggin' me to come outside, gotta wait 'til I'm dressed first [Verse] You know when it come to pape', I'm an expert Millionaire nigga out the dirt, know my ex hurt Can't cheat the grind, overtime, gotta put in that legwork Elevators in the crib, had to run up the stairs first Lamborghini skrrt when I pull off the lot Got a hun' in jewelry on and I just put on a watch Cars trailin' me in traffic when I pull off thе block I'm jefe around this bitch, you bettеr not play with my top I'm gettin' money, I might put on my opps, give 'em a chance Let 'em make a diss, then we spin, go kill 'em again Met amigo plug, we friends, he send 'em advance No pressure, when the bag get done, he get all his cash Why the fuck wouldn't I stay independent? I get all the cash Make them crackers give me the bag, didn't split it in half I'm a crack baby, mind on a billion, want shit I ain't have She act right, I buy her Chanels, ain't shit but a bag Had every Rollie you can think of Make a toast, drink up, tell my haters keep up Police askin' me stuff, told 'em I ain't see much Too busy lookin' down at my Rollie with the V cuts All these niggas pussy, get a wax, you need to clean up Face got too known up on that road, I had to ease up I can sleep the whole fuckin' day away and still be up All you niggas in a low tax bracket stop bringin' P up Get your crew slain speakin' on the captain On vacation in the Hamptons, still bet I make it happen Be with well-known assassins, press a button, they get active Put your feet up in the air just like NASA, make you blast off Last time them bitches called me broke, I took the cast off Now they can't stop callin', I done— huh Now they can't stop callin', I done ran that fuckin' bag up Man, I had to stop listenin' to these niggas 'cause they ass suck All these digi scales and these chickens that got bagged up See these niggas out, these niggas finished, ain't got five bucks Man, I might just quit rappin' like in five months It's just too much fake shit, it fuck the vibe up I hit Black to get a thousand-dollar lineup Hit the coldest hoes in the hair salons, don't mind us Design District in Miami, I just fucked a dime up And made it back before I got back in the car I'm a fuckin' drug dealer, ain't no motherfuckin' star It's kinda hard to blend in when you in these foreign cars Ayy, we done came a long way, I be on dates with pornstars Came in the game goin' hard and we still goin' hard, nigga, fiesta [Chorus] Fiesta, fiesta Fiesta, fiesta Bitch, my check up, my check up Yeah, my neck hurt, my neck hurts My neck hurt, my neck hurt [Outro] Yeah (What up, Loudboy?)