Fiesta

(album: ONLY BUILT 4 DIAMOND LINKS - 2022)

Fiesta, fiesta (Tre, what you cookin'?)
Fiesta, fiesta (Wave, this the one, foe)

Fiesta, fiesta
My check up, my check up
Six chains on, my neck hurt
Bitch begging me to come outside, gotta wait 'til I'm dressed first

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 trailing me in traffic when I pull off the block
I'm jefe around this bitch, you better not play with my top
I'm getting 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 asking me stuff, told 'em I ain't see much
Too busy looking 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 fucking day away and still be up
All you niggas in a low tax bracket stop bringing P up
Get your crew slain speaking 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 calling, I done— huh
Now they can't stop calling, I done ran that fucking bag up
Man, I had to stop listening 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 rapping 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 fucking drug dealer, ain't no motherfucking 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 going hard and we still going hard, nigga, fiesta

Fiesta, fiesta
Fiesta, fiesta
Bitch, my check up, my check up
Yeah, my neck hurt, my neck hurts
My neck hurt, my neck hurt

Yeah
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