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
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 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 dope, young legendary
I'm a fire, need a hoseand 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
You kill my high, on that matador shit
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, 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 ahhon the 2 this time
Gotta whole new attitude this time
Like ahhthat's you, this mine
Look what a rapper do to get signed
And ahhI 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 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? (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 bananas
When they see the whip they be like
"There he go, there he go"

Stereo, stereo

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Writer(s): Daniel Ernest Lonner, George David Brandon Jones