Got Dat Fiya ft. C.E.O. & Dread Beats Lyrics

Set a tripod focus and Freeze Frame Duval holding it down with South Dade

IXP remember the name burning on they lips got them sipping Picante

Recoil aim and I shoot Fire coming out the muzzle it's pointed at you

Win lab in the passenger seat keep on passing the Heat

Still ain't slipping the lid on my tomb

Let's presume I know a little to nothing about you

But assume that I'm tearing it up so why not

Consume by the fire them fumes

Leave you choking and hacking from all the heat I'm packing

Belittle me now so why not

I'm keeping it go away from doing my own thing increasing the price of my stock

I got that fiya I got that fiya keeping the pump in the trunk

Tha crip in the console heat on around me here I go

That fiya I got that fiya

Burning the house to the concrete gas in the front seat

Here coming to five-zero there I go

I got that fiya I got that fiya keeping the pump in the trunk

Tha crip in the console heat on around me here I go

That fiya I got that fiya

Burning the house to the concrete gas in the front seat

Here coming to 5-0 there I go

Burning up like I'm riding a meteor

Light the stick of dynamite in front of the media

My life another book another trip on Expedia

No need to cool out with ALL THE heat that I'm feeding ya

And there's nothing to limit him

When shit's on fire then they try to extinguish him

It's the Rockstar life that you will wish you was living in

I'm a double-ledged knife so fuck it I'm killing him

Don't mean to crush your confidence but it's obvious like whoa

When I attack the mic under the flashing lights they like yo

Followed by my acolytes to that after like no

Shit's burning to the astroturf

Crack the concrete and collapse the Earth

I got that fiya I got that fiya keeping the pump in the trunk

Tha crip in the console heat on around me here I go

That fiya I got that fiya

Burning the house to the concrete gas in the front seat

Here coming to 5-0 there I go

I got that fiya I got that fiya keeping the pump in the trunk

Tha crip in the console heat on around me here I go

That fiya I got that fiya

Burning the house to the concrete gas in the front seat

Here coming to five-zero there I go

What the fuck I got to tell you all niggas

I'm the king and y'all already know that shit

Why the fuck ya baby mama on the line

Try to waste a nigga time I don't know that bitch

But if she want to be an h.o.

Keep her business let me hit it then she lay low

Snap her back like Fabo knock it out KO then I'm on my Jo whoa

But I'm never throw her cake though

I'm diabetic I ain't fucking with this greasy shit

But then I'm making so much cake and bread

The Chasing feds think I'm in the Street and shit

No nigga I'm fuckin with the beats and shit

You can find me on the beach and shit

With a decent bitch but if a nigga got an issue

I can leave that pussy nigga laying down and plead the Fifth

Three Words fuck these niggas

Know I don't like them I don't trust these niggas

Treat a mother fuka like he caught Corona

Trying so hard not to touch these niggas

Crush these niggas pull up in a whip so cold

That it hurt a nigga Soul when he see me

Imma ball to my dying day

Then I'm up all out with Kobe and Gigi

I got that fiya I got that fiya keeping the pump in the trunk

Tha crip in the console heat on around me here I go

That fiya I got that fiya

Burning the house to the concrete gas in the front seat

Here coming to 5-0 there I go

I got that fiya I got that fiya keeping the pump in the trunk

Tha crip in the console heat on around me here I go

That fiya I got that fiya

Burning the house to the concrete gas in the front seat

Here coming to five-zero there I go