Fiesta Lyrics

Me and the compadres

With the blaz'e

I really hear em talking

If ain't really boutta paper

I'm like a ticking time bomb

With the top Off

Beat em south paw

Better Make room for gang

Hit up Filepe I need another paint

When Open the brief case

You see dem Ben franks

Boutta fuck up the free way

And really do race

Ima really set it off

Pass me that new repasoda

I might do blanco but babe just Swallow

I don't the groupies I'm ducking like Donald

Still moving in silence

Some things can get somber

I'm bringing em

Constant heat

Constantly

Been to hell and back like

Constantine

On that get back

With every ounce of me

Keep it in house

Like the groceries

I'm Back in my bag

I beat it like a drum

Bi di bi di bum bum

30 to your fitted bet

It leave a nigga slump

Really handle business

Gotta get if where I'm from

I whip it now pass me the fork

Put my sauce on it

I'm bad to the bone

Get right for turn up

Them grams that burn up

Im Back in my Jam

Now get right for the band

Now it a fiesta

Hit my homies you that they

Rolling up all of that extra

I'm gone