[Chorus 1]
I'm on the boulevard, La Cienega
Fiesta Fiesta
Hide in a coupe he got matching tinters
Boy, you better watch your perimeter

[Verse 1]
She got more style than him in the winter
Make a bad bitch go ahead do a sit up
I go out sad, some party, oh well
I be acting like I ain't got no rhythm
N***as act like they ain't got no bands or friends
I can't survive without ends
Pull up with a bitch that Harley Quinn
Pull up with a bitch that care what I'm in
I was never shooting in gym
I was just painting them
Go ahead, lick it all around
He ain't really got no brim
I could never go off on a whim
I know your defеat imminent
Ain't worry 'bout a daughter
Ain't worried 'bout a bitch
'Causе I know this shit heaven sent

[Chorus 2]
I'm on the boulevard, La Cienega
Fiesta Fiesta
Where you get the style passed down from?
Ancestor, ancestor, ancestor, ancestor
Know you win some, lose some
Treat my funeral like a fiesta
I don't give a fuck who you are
I'mma come through and bomb on whoever
[Verse 2]
These ain't Dior
But I came custom, kill your own leather
She get on her feet, boy
She gon' let me with no attitude, fed up
Paint but he look like a D-Boy
But a real bitch know that it ain't decoy
Hit it from the back, put her on a track
Made a pretty bitch with a job scream out Detroit
This lil' bitch want a reward
Go on make some noise if you employed
Gotta make a bag, can't sit on my ass
I'mma make the block jump like steroid
Is that right?
Flew a bitch out like meteorite
Hit it from the back like midnight
Hit her with the Missy like "it's alright"

[Refrain]
Pop that pussy, it is alright
Beat it from the back, kay
Pop that pussy, it is alright
Hit it from the back, kay
Pop that pussy, it is alright
Hit it from the back, be alright
Be alright
Hit it from the back, kay