GlokkNine - Fiesta lyrics

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 n***a really pistol packin’, keep it tucked on him Catch him surfin’, all this typin’, hole in one homie West Orlando a*s happen, you get bluffed shorty I got the hook up for these n***as, 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 Don’t think this s**t 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 blitzing 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 f**in’ witness Remember scheming for them racks, now I’m really gettin’ it I’m on the star with my strap, I know these n***as envy Tryna take me off the map just for a pretty penny But I ain’t dissin’ on a star, I know n***as who spinnin’ But it’s your feelings and your body, whatever it is, I’m with it These n***as playin’ superheroes, I’m still villain I f**k 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 sh**ty 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 k**in’ Ivey Lane they throw fours, posted with extensions My lil n***a keep a pole, tryna catch you slippin’ What’s a code, common cold, b***h 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 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 n***a really pistol packin’, keep it tucked on him Catch him surfin’, all this typin’, hole in one homie West Orlando a*s happen, you get bluffed shorty I got the hook up for these n***as, 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 hereee.