Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fiesta, artist - Peezy. Date of issue: 11.08.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fiesta |
| Fiesta, fiesta |
| My check up, my check up |
| Six chains on, my neck hurt |
| Bitch beggin' 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 trailin' me in traffic when I pull off the block |
| I’m jefe around this bitch, you better not play with my top |
| I’m gettin' 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 askin' me stuff, told 'em I ain’t see much |
| Too busy lookin' 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 fuckin' day away and still be up |
| All you niggas in a low tax bracket stop bringin' P up |
| Get your crew slain speakin' 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 callin', I done— huh |
| Now they can’t stop callin', I done ran that fuckin' bag up |
| Man, I had to stop listenin' 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 rappin' 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 fuckin' drug dealer, ain’t no motherfuckin' 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 goin' hard and we still goin' 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 |
| (What up, Loudboy?) |