​tropix lyrics

[Intro: thr33]
Look how much man in mid-field!
Yeah

[Verse 1: thr33]
f*ck
I'm in the trap, with Uno
My pockets fat as hell like a Sumo
She got a big booty, it look like a Peach
And you know I'ma drown in that pus*y, no beach
When the Sun go down, n*gga, I'ma creep
That boy cry 'bout a b*tch, n*gga, it ain't deep (P-P-Plugg!)
Balenci, I work on my feet
If he talking sh*t, we 'finna slide in that Jeep
That's my baby forever, n*gga, I'ma keep
Shawty freaky as f*ck, she keep grabbing my meat
n*gga, I'ma BEAT the f*ck out of YOU
And these n*ggas talk down on me, like who is you?
Slap the f*ck out a n*gga, he ain't have a clue
I'ma rob a f*ck n*gga, I'm taking yo' loot

[Verse 2: thr33]
pus*y ass n*gga!
Ahhh
IT'S A GREAT DAY IN THE TROPIC (f*ck)
He said he better, I told that boy, "Stop it"
Yo' b*tch on my di*k and she twist it and bop it
Put my bread in a safe, n*gga, I'ma lock it
I pull up to yo' hood, n*gga, I'ma mop it
Geek ass n*gga talk sh*t in my comments
"Uhhh, thr33, your ass 🤓"
U-Uhhh, DID I ASK???
Get the f*ck out yo' Mama house, touch some grass
I don't judgе people, b*tch, the sh*t from thе past
On a mission, n*gga, go to do my task, ayy
I come in first, you last, ayy
f*ck n*gga, you don't have a Dad, ayy
Be-Beat it, Michael Jackson, bad, ayy
Me and Uno, we get to the bag, ayy
[Verse 3: wildkarduno]
On gang, on gang
n*ggA, I GET TO THE BAG
f*ck
That n*gga talking down, bet he get his ass toe-tagged
You not with the sh*t, you just 'tryna be bad, n*gga
Yeah, I call Smoke, n*gga, that's my good lad, n*gga
White plug call me rad, n*gga (P-P-Plugg!)
My partner got locked up, now I'm sad, n*gga...
You want smoke? You got me mad, n*gga
I'm not informant like VLAD, n*gga...
Call thr33, slide with that MAC-10
Got Glocks and slide with the FN
I got a pole, n*gga, who you testing?
Shell catching, got that n*gga resting

[Verse 4: wildkarduno]
pus*y ASS n*ggA!
On GANG, on gang
Yeah, I'm with my five's, n*gga... (f*ck)
Yeah, I'm with my guy's TOO
I'ma up that pole, boy, it's nothing new
And I feel like Kyrie, I'on f*ck with no Jew
.380 Glock, tucked in my shoe
Die 'bout a gun, n*gga, stay true
You can get stepped on, Tyronn Lue
His body got dropped, but nobody knew
He say he got racks, but it's 'fuu
He say he got Glocks, but we got 'em too
Slide on they block, with that TEC-9
Got that pole, you can't check mine
Push 'em back, like a hairline
You can't hang, like a bad line
[Outro: wildkarduno]
On gang