Tropicana (Bonus Track)

Tropicana, groovy punch sipping

Usually up, whipping for the stereo, stereo

Tropicana, watch them go bananas

When they see the whip they be like, there he go

Coming in on the 1, no time for the 2

369, she fine, Imma choose

Funk and the rock, Imma genre confused

Shit, if the shoe fits, don't mind if I do

Just climbed out the blue into the gold

Only thing I never did was fit to the mold

They did what they told, I did what I felt like

Hulk Hogan air guitar solo on the belt like

Intro unnecessary, I been dope, young legendary

I'm on fire, need a hose, and some hoes, I suppose

I should hire me a secretary

I ain't always been the best Samaritan, but still I try

I ain't gotta go confessing every sin, but I will not lie

Can't kill my high on that matador shit

Don't mean much to me when you scheme on the (Low)

Don't be mug at me, be mad at your chick

She my trap queen, cooking in the fortress , what up, Fetty?

Now they wasn't ready for the brand new heavy

Funk for your mind, body and soul, soul

If it don't bump in the trunk, I'm like

Adios, I'm a

Tropicana, groovy punch sipping

Usually up, whipping for the stereo, stereo

Tropicana, watch them go bananas

When they see the whip they be like, there he go, there he go

Like ah, on the two this time

Got a whole new attitude this time

Like ah, that's you, this mine

Look what a rapper do to get signed

And ahh, I can't believe my eyes

My ears, might lose my mind

I hear he's a killer and you still say free, my bro

Truth be told, he should do his time

But hey, that's another song

That's none of my business

What go around come around, one day, it'll come along

I done come a long way, I been running off fumes

In pursuit of that bitch success

I can already smell her perfume, man, it's sweet like chariots

Swinging low where the berries picked, verified, it's very lit

Got a state on your back, can you carry it?

Don't drop that dun-dun-dun

The dunce in the cap that was once in the back of the class

Ain't know how to act, but I passed, didn't I?

Do what I said, did I lie? Okay, I'll wait

You wanna stay alive, then you gotta look him dead in the eyes

Otherwise on the high, 'cause I'm a

Tropicana, groovy punch sipping

Usually up, whipping for the stereo, stereo

Tropicana, watch them go bananas

When they see the whip they be like, there he go, there he go

S-s-s-stereo, stereo