[Intro]
(Ill Instrumentals)
[Verse 1]
Let me sip on my tropical juice
And let me smoke this tropical weed
B, I got the maddest of flavours
Don't think that this shit comes cheap
So, bitch don't moan
When I charge fifteen for a D
Just a little nigga in his zone
Grind hard, can't stow on these streets
Misch-mash and I'm doing it all
Dip, splash and I'm getting him peak
Huh? I'm in the field all day
No time for these stupid neeks
Come, bitch come my way
Just watch how a veteran speaks
Tooled up on the lurk for my prey
The waigons don't want me to eat
Man, the hood's all mad
I wish I could just make my P
But these bitches on me, so you know I can't lack
The Jake boys really on my back
Got me in and out of court, got me feeling a twat
And it's all my fault cah I'm always getting caught like, I'm better than that
The feds got like ten of the gang, free R1, free Max, free Taz
Rest in peace all my brother, R.I.P Jetz, R.I.P T-Bandz
I buil' a sweet one with a mean kickback
When I think about my bros (Ay, R.I.P my brothers)
(Gorgeous thing, amazing round)
[Chorus]
Smiles when the pack came in, now we gotta break this down
In and out with a gorgeous thing, that was an amazing round
What she do with that shit? I didn't even make a sound
Couple draw outs came in, now we gotta take them out
Don't slip, don't slip, cah my niggas got it no doubt
Stay stocked up, real shit, the plug don't see no drought
Bro said he got a move, cool, show me the ins and outs
Said quick, we're in and we're out
If he's giving it up, then we're putting him down
[Verse 2]
Real trap nigga, I'm grabbing them packs, and I push it around
If the line goes stiff, then I'm hitting the strip and I percolate in town
Said he got bits of the loud, what bits of the loud? Bro, ring right now
I'm tryna make a killing right now, fuck that bitch, I ain't with it right now
Why this bitch wanna grab on my jumper?
I thought I was a one-hit wonder
Now she calling me a one-hit wonder
I hit that once and where I went, gee, I wonder
Real anti-social fucker
Moan 'bout these blunt replies, well, these replies only gonna get blunter
Other side with some fantasy knives, shit, you don't really wanna buck this cutter
I love going 'round on a gorgeous glide, tryna see a gorgeous number
My mum don't like how I play with knives, well, I'm real sorry, mother
But I won't have no joke boy take my life, so, for now, I gotta stay with my other
[Chorus]
Smiles when the pack came in, now we gotta break this down
In and out with a gorgeous thing, that was an amazing round
What she do with that shit? I didn't even make a sound
Couple draw outs came in, now we gotta take them out
Don't slip, don't slip, cah my niggas got it no doubt
Stay stocked up, real shit, the plug don't see no drought
Bro said he got a move, cool, show me the ins and outs
Said quick, we're in and we're out, if he's giving it up, then we're putting him down
Tropical was written by SL.
Tropical was produced by Ill Instrumentals.