CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Tropics
Finna go to tropics, got your wifey she is in my c*ckpit
Brendan Gorno he ain't gonna stop sh*t
Yung booty banger, gonna get my c*ck licked
On my waist I got a 40’, gonna shoot you and your shordy
Diamonds on my wrist, girls looking horny
Hit it from the back and make a p***y
All these haters gotta talk sh*t
Never humble, diamonds milly rock quick
If they want smoke, they finna off it
Got like 10 racks hanging out my pocket
Me and my boys we like to shoplift
Never hungry we stealing chocolate
Stuff it in my pocket than I walk quick
Do what you do, cuz we in the tropics
My water got her crazy
She used even to hate me
Now she calling me baby
Things change like I'm wavy
Crazy
She used even to hate me
Now she calling me baby
Things change like I'm wavy
Shooting up like call of duty
Rapping fast don't wanna lose me
Yeah this girl she bad and boujee
Her a** definition of beauty
Yeah I came from the top
Like your b*t*h she gave me top
Tropical vibes in the drop top
60fps on the laptop
Clout hella strong no I can't stop
Shoutout my gang DLayo no we won't flop
Gotta get this cash
Do the race, do the dash
I dip and I’m out in a flash
Your b*t*h she let the mans smash
Diamonds on the wrist, let the water splash
Yeah I think your b*t*h got a mustache
Lil Cyber my heat give you a rash
You a lil b*t*h and your sh*t’s trash
Yeah you got no reason to hate me
I didn't do sh*t but you salty
Now im chillin up in the tropics
Lil b*t*h now you wish you could be me
Yeah I Hide my stick in my sleevie
I wanna see your b*t*h in a bikini
Nah, Imma chill this is getting beefy
Short like your d**k keep it stiffy
You got the b*t*hes feelin’ sleepy
Man you fell off, lookin like leafy
Now don't say my sh*t is cheesy
You got jack sh*t go and find a genie
Better chill out, drink a martini
Chilling with my boys out in the tropics
We gon make it big that's a promise
In the tropics live it up, it’s exotic
Yeah lil gorno talking smack
Pull up in his shack and make him Yack
Yeah, you know these b*t*hes all up on my stick
Pop them in the head and then i run quick
Looking at my ice, yeah it makes them click
Got all these b*t*hes on my slimy d**k
Yeah, They don’t wanna see me glow
Wait till I come up and let em know
Pull up to your crib and tap your jaw
Yeah waste yutes, they know that it's a law
White chick, yeah she lick me
Come up from behind and whip my wee wee
Yeah, driving fast in my Mercedes Benz
In the tropics, yeah you know I’m feeding hands
Yeah, y’all know this verse go hard
You shouldn’t have made me whip out my trap card
Brendan Gorno he ain't gonna stop sh*t
Yung booty banger, gonna get my c*ck licked
On my waist I got a 40’, gonna shoot you and your shordy
Diamonds on my wrist, girls looking horny
Hit it from the back and make a p***y
All these haters gotta talk sh*t
Never humble, diamonds milly rock quick
If they want smoke, they finna off it
Got like 10 racks hanging out my pocket
Me and my boys we like to shoplift
Never hungry we stealing chocolate
Stuff it in my pocket than I walk quick
Do what you do, cuz we in the tropics
My water got her crazy
She used even to hate me
Now she calling me baby
Things change like I'm wavy
Crazy
She used even to hate me
Now she calling me baby
Things change like I'm wavy
Shooting up like call of duty
Rapping fast don't wanna lose me
Yeah this girl she bad and boujee
Her a** definition of beauty
Yeah I came from the top
Like your b*t*h she gave me top
Tropical vibes in the drop top
60fps on the laptop
Clout hella strong no I can't stop
Shoutout my gang DLayo no we won't flop
Gotta get this cash
Do the race, do the dash
I dip and I’m out in a flash
Your b*t*h she let the mans smash
Diamonds on the wrist, let the water splash
Yeah I think your b*t*h got a mustache
Lil Cyber my heat give you a rash
You a lil b*t*h and your sh*t’s trash
Yeah you got no reason to hate me
I didn't do sh*t but you salty
Now im chillin up in the tropics
Lil b*t*h now you wish you could be me
Yeah I Hide my stick in my sleevie
I wanna see your b*t*h in a bikini
Nah, Imma chill this is getting beefy
Short like your d**k keep it stiffy
You got the b*t*hes feelin’ sleepy
Man you fell off, lookin like leafy
Now don't say my sh*t is cheesy
You got jack sh*t go and find a genie
Better chill out, drink a martini
Chilling with my boys out in the tropics
We gon make it big that's a promise
In the tropics live it up, it’s exotic
Yeah lil gorno talking smack
Pull up in his shack and make him Yack
Yeah, you know these b*t*hes all up on my stick
Pop them in the head and then i run quick
Looking at my ice, yeah it makes them click
Got all these b*t*hes on my slimy d**k
Yeah, They don’t wanna see me glow
Wait till I come up and let em know
Pull up to your crib and tap your jaw
Yeah waste yutes, they know that it's a law
White chick, yeah she lick me
Come up from behind and whip my wee wee
Yeah, driving fast in my Mercedes Benz
In the tropics, yeah you know I’m feeding hands
Yeah, y’all know this verse go hard
You shouldn’t have made me whip out my trap card
