Fiesta

Yeah, Run it up, yeah Count a couple hundred throwin' money in the air It ain't even nothin' I've been stuntin' all year Damn it's really feeling like this is our year, Yeah If its beef I'm a dog with a bone Up the Glock and he stop now he changing his tone It was different when he thought I was alone Now he's acting like we're buddies and he's gonna go home I don't give a f*ck about the rules I be speeding like a demon triple digits in the coupe Bend the block in the drop with my crew We might do something that gets us on the news Cuz I might drop a gear when the lights flash Park the whip next day I'll be right back See my car you'd think I sell dime bags When I die f*ck a grave hit the buy-back While I'm live i'mma spend it cuz it's my bag Crack a brew i'mma kick it and recline back Carry songs I just put em on my back I could bury anybody with the tracks on my Mac Yeah, Run it up, yeah Count a couple hundred throwin' money in the air It ain't even nothin' I've been stuntin' all year Damn it's really feeling like this is our year, yeah Yeah, Run it up, yeah Count a couple hundred throwin' money in the air It ain't even nothin' I've been stuntin' all year Damn it's really feeling like this is our year, yeah Yeah, Run it up, yeah Count a couple hundred throwin' money in the air Plenty Henny in my cup I ain't sippin' on beer And I keep it on me tucked ain't nobody playing fair Drive high ride low on the fast track Tats on her thighs taking pics for the Snapchat Need gas told her hit me on the Cash App Laughed and replied "oh I thought you had fat stacks" But she know I do Make her pay cuz I don't want to Making plays like a quarterback do Staying in my own lane like I'm sort of that dude Tell me "don't do it" I'mma do it now You a clown, I won't slow down, you can kick rocks Puffin' up your chest with your big talk Oh stop, go and tell Twitter that your pissed off Black snapback backwards I'm a bastard Backpack had more grass than a pasture Bad friends make a Mac 10 turn ya Casper Lackin' that's a sad end what's your last words Can't stop, won't stop, too litty Had 2 shots, 2 more, too many Get my rocks off but I don't really brag about kitty I'm a hot shot, count quap, no 50's Yeah, Run it up, yeah Count a couple hundred throwin' money in the air It ain't even nothin' I've been stuntin' all year Damn it's really feeling like this is our year, yeah Yeah, Run it up, yeah Count a couple hundred throwin' money in the air It ain't even nothin' I've been stuntin' all year Damn it's really feeling like this is our year, yeah