Fiesta [Prod. by TayMasterChef]
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โฑ๏ธ 2:32 duration
๐ ID: 18325421
๐ Lyrics
Oh yeah
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
I thought I knew you
Hold up, wait, bitch, who you?
Coolin' with Lil Nine in the stu'
Pull up, I'mma shoot
(Blatt, Blatt)
That's the chef, what it do?
Pull up, I go stu'
(Ay, ay)
Had him shaking like a stripper
When I upped on him
Ain't have no pistol, so he lackin'
Got the ups on him
My nigga really pistol packin'
Keep it tucked on him
Catch 'em surfin all in traffic
Hole in one, homie
West Orlando, where it happen
You get bluffed, shorty
I got the hookup for these niggas
Think they tough, pardon?
I black and blue 'em, had to do 'em
Had enough of 'em
Let me tell you 'bout my Bity
How it's rough, thotty
Don't think this shit here Disney World
'Cause ain't none 'bout it Disney
But matter fact
Disney located off in Kissimmee
I'm in the sewers on Lanette
Posted in the trenches
You know them rounds got cadets
Soldiers that be blitzin'
Tied in like a knot
Jordan and Scottie Pippen
I would inform you 'bout the spot
But I know that'd be snitchin'
Polka dot, Nice shot
But I ain't no fucking witness
Remember scheming for the racks
Now I'm really gettin' it
I'm on the star with my strap
I know these niggas livid
Tryin' to take me off the map
Just for a pretty penny
But I ain't dissin' on a star
I know niggas who spinnin'
But it's your feelings and your body
What it is, I'm with it
These niggas playin' superheroes
I'm a steel villain
I fuck with Mal and Lil Kickdoor
So that ain't my business
But he the lotto, that's the motto
2Raay know what's with it
You meet some hollows
Keep a hollow stanky, leave 'em shitty
Shoutout Lil Otto, 'cross the tracks
I know they really living
Put up an "L" for your dawgs
Please come spinnin' bennin'
Shoutout the Circle, ain't no hope
Them boys really killin'
Ivey Lane, they throw fours
Posted with extensions
My lil nigga keep a pole
Tryna catch 'em slippin'
What's up, Kol, Colony Cove
This that walking distance
700, that's the Woopers
And they really with it
I know you state, you been a trooper
Ah, I could feel it
Had him shaking like a stripper
When I upped on him
Ain't have no pistol, so he lackin'
Got the ups on him
My nigga really pistol packin'
Keep it tucked on him
Catch 'em surfin all in traffic
Hole in one, homie
West Orlando, where it happen
You get bluffed, shorty
I got the hookup for these niggas
Think they tough, pardon?
I black and blue 'em, had to do 'em
Had enough of 'em
Let me tell you 'bout my Bity
How it's rough, thotty
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
I thought I knew you
Hold up, wait, bitch, who you?
Coolin' with Lil Nine in the stu'
Pull up, I'mma shoot
(Blatt, Blatt)
That's the chef, what it do?
Pull up, I go stu'
(Ay, ay)
Had him shaking like a stripper
When I upped on him
Ain't have no pistol, so he lackin'
Got the ups on him
My nigga really pistol packin'
Keep it tucked on him
Catch 'em surfin all in traffic
Hole in one, homie
West Orlando, where it happen
You get bluffed, shorty
I got the hookup for these niggas
Think they tough, pardon?
I black and blue 'em, had to do 'em
Had enough of 'em
Let me tell you 'bout my Bity
How it's rough, thotty
Don't think this shit here Disney World
'Cause ain't none 'bout it Disney
But matter fact
Disney located off in Kissimmee
I'm in the sewers on Lanette
Posted in the trenches
You know them rounds got cadets
Soldiers that be blitzin'
Tied in like a knot
Jordan and Scottie Pippen
I would inform you 'bout the spot
But I know that'd be snitchin'
Polka dot, Nice shot
But I ain't no fucking witness
Remember scheming for the racks
Now I'm really gettin' it
I'm on the star with my strap
I know these niggas livid
Tryin' to take me off the map
Just for a pretty penny
But I ain't dissin' on a star
I know niggas who spinnin'
But it's your feelings and your body
What it is, I'm with it
These niggas playin' superheroes
I'm a steel villain
I fuck with Mal and Lil Kickdoor
So that ain't my business
But he the lotto, that's the motto
2Raay know what's with it
You meet some hollows
Keep a hollow stanky, leave 'em shitty
Shoutout Lil Otto, 'cross the tracks
I know they really living
Put up an "L" for your dawgs
Please come spinnin' bennin'
Shoutout the Circle, ain't no hope
Them boys really killin'
Ivey Lane, they throw fours
Posted with extensions
My lil nigga keep a pole
Tryna catch 'em slippin'
What's up, Kol, Colony Cove
This that walking distance
700, that's the Woopers
And they really with it
I know you state, you been a trooper
Ah, I could feel it
Had him shaking like a stripper
When I upped on him
Ain't have no pistol, so he lackin'
Got the ups on him
My nigga really pistol packin'
Keep it tucked on him
Catch 'em surfin all in traffic
Hole in one, homie
West Orlando, where it happen
You get bluffed, shorty
I got the hookup for these niggas
Think they tough, pardon?
I black and blue 'em, had to do 'em
Had enough of 'em
Let me tell you 'bout my Bity
How it's rough, thotty