Got Dat Fiya (feat. C.E.O. & Dread Beats)

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 f*ck 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 f*ck I got to tell you all niggas I'm the king and y'all already know that shit Why the f*ck 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 f*ck 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