9LOKKNINE – Fiesta lyrics

[Intro]
Uh yeah, blaw, blaw, blaw, blaw
I thought I knew you
Aye yeah
Blagh, blagh
Lots of shots is what I do
Pull up I go through
Aye, aye

[Chorus]
Had him shakin' like a stripper when I upped on him
Ain't have no pistol so he lackin', got the ups on him
My nigga really pistol packin', keep it tucked on him
Catch him surfin', all this typin', hole in one homie
West Orlando where it happen, you get bluffed shorty
I got the hook up for these niggas, think they tough pardon
I black and blue 'em, had to do 'em, had enough of 'em
Let me tell you 'bout my business, how it's rough out here

[Verse]
Don't think this shit here Disney World 'cause nothin' 'bout it Disney
But matter fact, Disney located off in Kissimmee
I'm in sewers, on the net, posted in the trenches
You know the round got connect soldiers that be blitzin'
Tied in like a knot, Jordan and Scottie Pippen
I would inform you 'bout the spot but I know that'd be snitchin'
Polka dot, nice shot, but ain't no fuckin' witness
Remember schemin' for them racks, now I'm really gettin' it
I'm on the star with my strap, I know these niggas envy
Tryna take me off the map just for a pretty penny
But I ain't dissin' on a star, I know niggas who spinnin'
But it's your feelings and your body, whatever it is, I'm with it
These niggas playin' superheroes, I'm still villain
I fuck with Mal and Lil Kickdoor so that ain't my business
Believe the lotto, that's the motto, two rags, know who's with it
You meet some hollows, keep a hollow stack, we leave 'em shitty
Shout out Lil Otto 'cross the plaques, I know they really livin'
Put up a L for your dog, please come spinnin' bennin'
Shout out the circle, ain't no hope, them boys really killin'
Ivey Lane they throw fours, posted with extensions
My lil nigga keep a pole, tryna catch you slippin'
What's a code, common cold, bitch that's walkin' distance
Seven hundred, that's the whoopers, and they really with it
I know you state, you been a trooper, I can feel it


[Chorus]
Had him shakin' like a stripper when I upped on him
Ain't have no pistol so he lackin', got the ups on him
My nigga really pistol packin', keep it tucked on him
Catch him surfin', all this typin', hole in one homie
West Orlando where it happen, you get bluffed shorty
I got the hook up for these niggas, think they tough pardon
I black and blue 'em, had to do 'em, had enough of 'em
Let me tell you 'bout my business, how it's rough out here