Fiesta Remix (feat. A$AP Ferg)

Now I be cracking and rolling All my niggas totin' Got bad bitches with sow-ins, all these hoes be going Rock Trues, and Robin's, dreads so they jockin I got the fe fe rocking Tron, flats and molly, like get money, we spend it shake it open catchin It's cause Chi-raq we here man, broke niggas y'all banned It's cracking I'm rolling, all my niggas totin' Got bad bitches with sow-ins All these hoes be going Say Sicko what's popping, ball like the Houston Rockets All I know is swerve and swag, and tall money is knockin And our bullets are so vicious Got your ass stop wishing I'm on you like a mission Like a mess is in here, we can't lose so we winning That's why I be grinning I'm popping all the ectasy My night Is just beginning Rolling stone tatted Speak country, what's happening? These bitch niggas be wilding, cause contracts I be signing My Gucci hat is linen all my hoes they out here get it On my pimping if you with it Hope this SK make them ribbit Till they stop it, bullets hitting Like Wayne with no ceilings And we mobbing, mobbing, say Sicko yeah we coming The hole it be rocking, I got bands in my pocket, and Sicko steady mobbing Got hella rocks and robins I'm tatted like a Mexican These Hoes know I be flexing man I'm on the end no checking in And I don't do no flaugin Out west we be cuttin' though, We see little thots in booty shorts They hop out in a vino, and you know we be doing us They hit up the liquor store, Then we hit the fifi up We bail out and they jocking us, cause my whole team be dreaded up Sicko and them be Guccied up, Sicko and them be Louied up Got these bitches going crazy, that's the word around our town Big bands in my pocket, I don't carry no wallet get out my dick I'm stunting, got the baddest bitches watching Sicko be rocking and rolling Damn it bitch we totting Keep it cracking no loafing Bad bitches I'm stroking She give me top, she choking, bopping and rolling Gucci on me in motion, he talking till he frozen Pistol on me I'm sparking, parade on this block, we marching Clean the gun, no flaugin I shoot to hit my target Sicko rushing, they mobbing And we don't do no talking