Tropics (feat. Worl Fuego) Video (MV)

Gun and drugs
Inna the tropic land
Gun and drugs
Inna the tropic land

The coup is robotic
I hop in the tropics
I know they be talkin
Don't care nothing bout it
My wrist need a flashey
My neck need a icey
Came fresh out the water
Got drip like a foucet

U know we poppin
Boom Nagasaki
She 10 out of 10
So no one could top me
Am feeling Ben
I buy the blocky
I count up them bands
I reach to the toppy

I stay moving with the gang
Feeling like a star so u know I need my blang
You know am shooting far
So am reloading my thang bang
All my brothers hard
We pop out we get in flames flame

Gun and drugs
Inna the tropic land
Gun and drugs
Inna the tropic land

Weed and grabba
Straight jeans and bank rubber
Dem a pree man swagga
Belizean dandada
Steel and copper
Man feel like Montana
Wile with the chopper
Sing sweet like Santana
Belizean bandana
Good weed and bad grammar
Roll pan dem ends and squeeze
Di long hammer
Belizean top shotta
Release da anger ya
Buss dem skull buss lungs
And pop bladder
Day one brother
Bare bad man ya

Gun and drugs
Inna the tropic land
Gun and drugs
Inna the tropic land

Bun it up
Turn it up
Bze king am a king it up
Fuago a dragon
A hop in the wagon
The horses go off like I shotta gun

Oh you neva know
The flow be on fire
My heart be on cold
My taste experience I only want gold
Am halakablang
I shine like the sun

Bling

Aye
Zoom like a rocket am moving moving
Imma live life like movie movie
Middle finger up
Am a Rebel
Coup is a daemon
Wont settle
Aye
Never come out as a fake
Body be fit
Pick up weight
I come for the bag
Now gimmie the cake
All in the tropics
Am burning up burning up

Gun and drugs
Inna the tropic land
Gun and drugs
Inna the tropic land