Tropicana (Bonus) (Explicit)

Tropicana, groovy punch sipping

Usually up, whipping for the stereo, stereo

Tropicana, watch 'em 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, I'mma choose

Funk and the rock, I'm a genre confused

*****t, 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 mould

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

Hulk Hogan air guitar solo on the belt like, rreeoww!

Intro unnecessary, I been ****, young legendary

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

I should hire me a secretary (ah!)

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

Don't kill my high, on some matador *****t

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

Don't mean 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

So 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 'em go banana

When they see the whip they be like

"There he go, there he go"

Like ahh—on the 2 this time

Gotta whole new attitude this time

Like ahh—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 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 ***** 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? (Huh)

Don't drop that dun-dun-dun

The dunce in the cap 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 'em go banana

When they see the whip they be like

"There he go, there he go"

Stereo, stereo