Fiesta

All these singles in my knot feel like a stripper bitch
Hella smart but a nigga still ignorant
Two hands hold these bands while you penny pinch
Ain’t got no friends , got real homies and a realer bitch
Smoking grass by the field , plotting seeing me some mils
Hit the plug like what the deal
Exotic in , this shit look teal
Remember when I used to steal
Do the dash behind the wheel
Real nigga to the will
Heart dead , I cannot feel
If you see me in the party don’t approach me
Young nigga but I’m feeling like a OG
Overall great
Got a trap and a yo , money coming in both ways
Put the dick in her throat , she swallow it just like some Dayquil
Streets is fucked up now street niggas they squeal
I can’t trust a soul , been that way since big wheels
Got hittas on go , more ya know can’t hurt you
Grown ass man y’all some kids wit a curfew
Hell nah I ain’t buying bitches no perfume
Fuck you think this is
Bitches got me fucked thinking I’m a generous cluck
I ain’t got shit for ya but a mufuckin nut
That’s on bruh
I ain’t passing none my blunts and I ain’t matching cuz yo gas ain’t gas enough
Yo plug a still be on right now if you ain’t gas him up
My love was unconditional but niggas fucked it up
Attraction to her minimal I just wanna fuck

I’m coolin and counting my racks
Why is you all on my ass boy
Go marathon you up a lil bag
Broke and you hating that’s sad boy
When I was ass out in trap , down on my dick , where was you at?
Now you want me to come give you a hand? Can’t do that , but I still might clap
But my niggas still might clap atcha
All black looking like a life snatcha
All gas no brakes , see me flying past ya
Know all day I’m dreaming bout stacks-ah
Drop in my drink , moving so slow in my shell tops , drink any more and a shell might pop up
Icy like ice rinks , colder than winter , got me a bitch why would I wanna keep yours
Huh?
Answer me that
Back in class used to sit in the back
Stomach so loud you’d think it’s on crack
Making it out , imma do that , then come back around , invest in my town
Qc Shit , our time is now
And I put that on my mufuckin crown
Fist in the air cuz a young nigga proud
If she stare imma take her down
Treat the pack like I’m Mike Jack , Chris Bobby Brown
I beat it , it’s dancing. Footloose town
Speeding thru cameras , flash em a smile
Paper the plates , paid by the eighths , pour out the Ace , ain’t sipping no spade
50s and hunches laid up in the safe

Cashin out on my knot feel like a stripper bitch
I got bars like a prison or a kat-kit
Hell nah ion pop no xans , I ain’t no silly bitch
Both pants filled wit bands while you penny pinch

All these dubs in my knot feel like a trap boy
All this drop in my cup look like it’s heroin
Ain't no Yugi but got monsters on attack boy
All these woods got me zooted , gas like chevrons
Smoking grass by the field
Plotting on me some mils
Hit the plug like what the deal
Exotic in , this shit teal
Remember when I used to steal
Do the dash behind the wheel
Real nigga to the will
Heart dead , I cannot feel