(Ha, bitch)
Bitch you always talkin' like you out here in the tropics
I be swerving on these bitches ballin' like I'm with the rockets
I got 2 phones like I'm Kevin callin' one for all my pockets
I be speaking to the money talkin' zoomin' like a rocket
Light em up
My boys'll f*ck you up
Quit actin like you tough
Ain't no double cup
You runnin' outta luck
Leave my name up out your mouth, funny how you think you talkin'
Only here for clout, I got panties droppin when I walk in
Cougar like I pounce, seen you in projects I be stalkin'
I got bank accounts, I got 1-7 m's in pockets
Eat em like they Reese's pieces
They my servants, they be meeseeks
I got jewelry on my pinkies
They so bad, they be kinky
Pussy cat, I be fiendin'
Run it back, I be dreamin'
That's a fact, don't believe it
It ain't sad, why don't you feel it
Talkin' that shit but ain't nothin to me
I be ballin' on bitches I'm breaking them knees
They compare me to Kendrick got money on trees
You be callin' me out you ain't talkin' to me
I be trappin' the heat while I'm riding the beat
And this ain't no retreat I serve war to the peace
I pull up on these bitches I'm makin' a scene
I done cut out your tongue and you lookin' at me and still
Bitch you always talkin' like you out here in the tropics
I be swerving on these bitches ballin' like I'm with the rockets
I got 2 phones like I'm Kevin callin' one for all my pockets
I be speaking to the money talkin' zoomin' like a rocket
Light em up
My boys'll f*ck you up
Quit actin like you tough
Ain't no double cup
You runnin' outta luck
Ay, Trap, Trap, Trap, Trap, Trappin' with my bitches
Thats a, fact, fact, fact, fact bathin' in my riches
I be, crack, crack, crack, crack, cracking all these snitches
Get that bitch up off my roster
Ima cook him like some pasta
Bitches calling me a rockstar
Yo bitch tell me to go faster
Yo bitch also look like dasher
My bitch stay look like Madonna
Ice her wrist her top cabana
Ima wife her on my momma
Thats a fact I aint no liar
In the tropics like I'm Conner
Ay
Yo bitch call me Ani Walker
Cause at night she call me father
Pull out strong can't get no daughter
Had her screamin' rada rada
Ima eat her like some chowder
We connect just like a router
Gave me head just like a founder
Had her bussin' on the counter
Ay
Bitch you always talkin' like you out here in the tropics
I be swerving on these bitches ballin' like I'm with the rockets
I got 2 phones like I'm Kevin callin' one for all my pockets
I be speaking to the money talkin' zoomin' like a rocket
Light em up
My boys'll f*ck you up
Quit actin like you tough
Ain't no double cup
You runnin' outta luck
Kidd Whip - Tropics Lyrics
Kidd Whip - Tropics Lyrics
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English
(Ha, bitch)
Bitch you always talkin' like you out here in the tropics
I be swerving on these bitches ballin' like I'm with the rockets
I got 2 phones like I'm Kevin callin' one for all my pockets
I be speaking to the money talkin' zoomin' like a rocket
Light em up
My boys'll f*ck you up
Quit actin like you tough
Ain't no double cup
You runnin' outta luck
Leave my name up out your mouth, funny how you think you talkin'
Only here for clout, I got panties droppin when I walk in
Cougar like I pounce, seen you in projects I be stalkin'
I got bank accounts, I got 1-7 m's in pockets
Eat em like they Reese's pieces
They my servants, they be meeseeks
I got jewelry on my pinkies
They so bad, they be kinky
Pussy cat, I be fiendin'
Run it back, I be dreamin'
That's a fact, don't believe it
It ain't sad, why don't you feel it
Talkin' that shit but ain't nothin to me
I be ballin' on bitches I'm breaking them knees
They compare me to Kendrick got money on trees
You be callin' me out you ain't talkin' to me
I be trappin' the heat while I'm riding the beat
And this ain't no retreat I serve war to the peace
I pull up on these bitches I'm makin' a scene
I done cut out your tongue and you lookin' at me and still
Bitch you always talkin' like you out here in the tropics
I be swerving on these bitches ballin' like I'm with the rockets
I got 2 phones like I'm Kevin callin' one for all my pockets
I be speaking to the money talkin' zoomin' like a rocket
Light em up
My boys'll f*ck you up
Quit actin like you tough
Ain't no double cup
You runnin' outta luck
Ay, Trap, Trap, Trap, Trap, Trappin' with my bitches
Thats a, fact, fact, fact, fact bathin' in my riches
I be, crack, crack, crack, crack, cracking all these snitches
Get that bitch up off my roster
Ima cook him like some pasta
Bitches calling me a rockstar
Yo bitch tell me to go faster
Yo bitch also look like dasher
My bitch stay look like Madonna
Ice her wrist her top cabana
Ima wife her on my momma
Thats a fact I aint no liar
In the tropics like I'm Conner
Ay
Yo bitch call me Ani Walker
Cause at night she call me father
Pull out strong can't get no daughter
Had her screamin' rada rada
Ima eat her like some chowder
We connect just like a router
Gave me head just like a founder
Had her bussin' on the counter
Ay
Bitch you always talkin' like you out here in the tropics
I be swerving on these bitches ballin' like I'm with the rockets
I got 2 phones like I'm Kevin callin' one for all my pockets
I be speaking to the money talkin' zoomin' like a rocket
Light em up
My boys'll f*ck you up
Quit actin like you tough
Ain't no double cup
You runnin' outta luck
Bitch you always talkin' like you out here in the tropics
I be swerving on these bitches ballin' like I'm with the rockets
I got 2 phones like I'm Kevin callin' one for all my pockets
I be speaking to the money talkin' zoomin' like a rocket
Light em up
My boys'll f*ck you up
Quit actin like you tough
Ain't no double cup
You runnin' outta luck
Leave my name up out your mouth, funny how you think you talkin'
Only here for clout, I got panties droppin when I walk in
Cougar like I pounce, seen you in projects I be stalkin'
I got bank accounts, I got 1-7 m's in pockets
Eat em like they Reese's pieces
They my servants, they be meeseeks
I got jewelry on my pinkies
They so bad, they be kinky
Pussy cat, I be fiendin'
Run it back, I be dreamin'
That's a fact, don't believe it
It ain't sad, why don't you feel it
Talkin' that shit but ain't nothin to me
I be ballin' on bitches I'm breaking them knees
They compare me to Kendrick got money on trees
You be callin' me out you ain't talkin' to me
I be trappin' the heat while I'm riding the beat
And this ain't no retreat I serve war to the peace
I pull up on these bitches I'm makin' a scene
I done cut out your tongue and you lookin' at me and still
Bitch you always talkin' like you out here in the tropics
I be swerving on these bitches ballin' like I'm with the rockets
I got 2 phones like I'm Kevin callin' one for all my pockets
I be speaking to the money talkin' zoomin' like a rocket
Light em up
My boys'll f*ck you up
Quit actin like you tough
Ain't no double cup
You runnin' outta luck
Ay, Trap, Trap, Trap, Trap, Trappin' with my bitches
Thats a, fact, fact, fact, fact bathin' in my riches
I be, crack, crack, crack, crack, cracking all these snitches
Get that bitch up off my roster
Ima cook him like some pasta
Bitches calling me a rockstar
Yo bitch tell me to go faster
Yo bitch also look like dasher
My bitch stay look like Madonna
Ice her wrist her top cabana
Ima wife her on my momma
Thats a fact I aint no liar
In the tropics like I'm Conner
Ay
Yo bitch call me Ani Walker
Cause at night she call me father
Pull out strong can't get no daughter
Had her screamin' rada rada
Ima eat her like some chowder
We connect just like a router
Gave me head just like a founder
Had her bussin' on the counter
Ay
Bitch you always talkin' like you out here in the tropics
I be swerving on these bitches ballin' like I'm with the rockets
I got 2 phones like I'm Kevin callin' one for all my pockets
I be speaking to the money talkin' zoomin' like a rocket
Light em up
My boys'll f*ck you up
Quit actin like you tough
Ain't no double cup
You runnin' outta luck
Writer: Kidd Whip
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid