Fiesta lyrics

Verse 1: Meechy

All of my n*ggas 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 b*tch in here bobbin
In the spot with my sh*t 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
n*ggas is popped why you panic just stop it
If we all cool then f*ck it we vibing
Got some locs on the island no Shaolin
Like the Pope how I f*ck on my goddess
Ain't a joke if I quote I'm just honest

Hook: Meechy

Fiesta
Hood rich gon pop out thе tesla
Stress her
Wе getting money can't stress her
Lil bruh she tell me you fess her
Rookie (pus*y)
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
n*ggas cap cap
Pinata ya matta my rolla gon back back
Verse 2: Ocean

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 sh*t stanky
Oops I don't wipe not no slime baby
Ocean and Meech got this sh*t jumping
Turn off the lights ain't no quick pumping
He spoke too much now that citch slumping
pus*y
Don't feel remorse cuz he Ratatouille
He move like Scooby he thought he knew me
We call em snoochies cuz ain't sh*t 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 f*ck 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 sh*t up
b*tch move out my way interupt
Ocean
Fiesta
Bridge: Meechy

Yea I'm rollxn but my brother be moven
(Moven and Rollxn get straight to the cash)
Don't you get it twisted sh*t is a union
(n*gga talking crazy turn em to ash)
I ain't jackin di*kies he ain't jackin you snoochin'
(You can't come here go and get you a pass)
I ain't jackin di*kies he ain't jackin you snoochin'
(If you ain't from here better hope you could last)

Hook: Meechy

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 (pus*y)
I cannot fold under pressure
Tookie (Ayoo Cig)
Where the cash at
I get the breeshy my nephew gon cash that
With a Kat Stacks
We finna get treeshy can't give her the cash app
Out in Baghdad
We staining and swiping and trapping go bag that
n*ggas cap cap
Pinata ya matta my rolla gon back back