FIESTA ft. Ocean Views Lyrics

All of my niggas is problems

You know me lowkey the hood call me Robin

We do not care for no goblins

Say you a goon put a screw in ya noggin

Run up a bag I be joggin'

Boy you so broke and yo bitch in here bobbin

In the spot with my shit on they noddin'

Shoot for my shot and I feel like I'm Rodman

Ignition the whip brody driving

Pack in the mail got me serving that mileage

Middle finger the campus and college

Niggas is popped why you panic just stop it

If we all cool then fuck it we vibing

Got some locs on the island no Shaolin

Like the Pope how I fuck on my goddess

Ain't a joke if I quote I'm just honest

Fiesta

Hood rich gon pop out the Tesla

Stress her?

We getting money can't stress her

Lil bruh she tell me you fess her

Rookie (Pussy)

I cannot fold under pressure

Tookie (Ayoo Cig)

Where the cash at

I get the breeshy my nephew gon cash that

With a Cat Staccz

We finna get treeshy can't give her the cash app

Out in Baghdad

We staining and swiping and trapping go bag that

Niggas cap cap

Piñata ya matta my rolla gon back-back

Fiesta

Locs in the party so vest up

La vida loca my life crazy

Been living reckless the feds raiding

Yea I'ma dump yea my shit stanky

Oops I don't wipe not no slime baby

Ocean and Meech got this shit jumping

Turn off the lights ain't no quick pumping

He spoke too much now that citch slumping

Pussy

Don't feel remorse cuz he Ratatouille

He move like Scooby he thought he knew me

We call em snoochies cuz ain't shit groovy

She gave me head so that mean she blue me

2 fingers, a thumb in her butt

We under the blue light wassup

You fuck wit my family it's up

I came in the party with chucks

It's birds in the room they go cluck

I won't sell my soul for a buck

They think they big dogs they some pups

It's time that I turn this shit up

Bitch move out my way, interrupt

Ocean

Fiesta

Money counter when my foot in the room

Know I'm stepping baby look at the moves

ORG I'm reppin' in the intersection

Nigga interception, Onii gon vroom

Pay attention I could show you the blues

Yea I'm sanctioned you could tell by the crew

Yea she dancing like she lit off a deuce

Ain't no chances that we calling a truce

Fiesta

Hood rich gon pop out the Tesla

Stress her?

We getting money can't stress her

Lil bruh she tell me you fess her

Rookie (Pussy)

I cannot fold under pressure

Tookie (Ayoo Cig)

Where the cash at

I get the breeshy my nephew gon cash that

With a Cat Staccz

We finna get treeshy can't give her the cash app

Out in Baghdad

We staining and swiping and trapping go bag that

Niggas cap cap

Piñata ya matta my rolla gon back-back