Tropical Lyrics
[Chorus: x4]
Chevy paint tropical
A wima way, a wima way
Got them callin Fema, cause my chopper on Katrina spray
[Verse 1:]
I bear arms, literally bare arms
30 inch air don, G4, we call it air fun
Plus, I got some killas over there and over there for em
My partna couldn`t make it, I`m a put one in your hair for him.
32 inches and the rims come in rare form
My partnas on the block know I love em and I care for em
I remember we was in the blood, sellin heron
Shawty caught a charge, nigga, trust me, I was there for him
Somebody say a prayer for him
I never overlook ya`ll
The shit ya doin uptown is like a preseason in football
People tellin me I`m bein wise buy some Rarri`s
I said "or jump, I`m gonna go and get my chopper"
I ain`t scared, I`m ridin around bumpin Cyndi Lauper
Bout to stop at Burger King and get me a Whopper
Niggas just mad cause my rims so whopper
Plus it`s Grand Hustle, ya`ll never could stop us.
[Chorus: x4]
Chevy paint Tropical
A wima way, a wima way
Got them callin Fema, cause my chopper on Katrina spray
[Verse 2:]
I love killings are passionate
Murders are immaculate
Acute angle, shoot at a nigga, cause I`ll rackulate
Bullets to the front of your head, and blow out the back of it
36 ounces, now let`s see what I can stack of it
I am not average, more like maverick
One niper slug and a prayer, that`s what I battle with
Manslaughter, shawty droppin niggas like cattle shit
Like snakes, I rattle it, killins for no matter
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In the hood on that old batter batter shit
Bitch try to rob me, like a heart they on that saddle shit
Die Another Day, James Bond, ya`ll see me
No hoes drunk cause I`m in the Aston Martini
I walk up in the mall, 20 large and branini bitch
Penthouse at the 12, 90-inch screen tv bitch
Bitches goin crazy just cause they see me on tv bitch
My Chevy paint Tropical, niggas can`t see me bitch!
[Chorus: x8]
Chevy paint Tropical
A wima way, a wima way
Got them callin Fema, cause my chopper on Katrina spray
Dro!
