Brionne - Tropics Lyrics

Guess I’m constantly thinking bout gwalla
Noggin on profit
Like fuck a nigga I’m gone get mine regardless
Smoke a wood now I’m so faded on tropics
Caught the hate but I’m so shaded on palm trees
These bitches be sickle cell, sick as hell
Flowing these hoes off a Richter scale
Your boyfriend be broke, he can’t make a bail
Niggas we use for the greater plan
Hoes be looking so familiar
I take your man?
That’s the old me
Used to be a player call me Kobe
Called up the OG
What you on
Sparking up the OG you know me
Only real bitches fuck a phony
Only blood matters fuck a homie
T’d above hoes like a Sobe
Issues with these niggas call up Smokey
All about the home team
Triple D that where I might be
All about my checks like I’m Nike
All about the federals
All about the green
Only fuck with ballers
Fuck do you mean
Caddy with dubs
Inside be cream
Triple D dream
Fuck is you saying
You in my lane bitch stop swaying
These bitches conveying
A sad act of poorly portraying
My rhymes
And my flows
In the songs y’all displaying
I’m saying
These bitches want game stay hating
These niggas is bugs stay spewing
I only fear God stay praying
These bitches be praying that I be delaying
I ain’t never fading
I’m getting the tacos like I ordered Fuego
I don’t hang with pranksters
I ball like the Lakers
Ooh
Thinking
Wishing
Dreaming
About a mission
I don’t act bitch
Don’t audition
You a lame
You can’t hang no admission
Under no circumstance no condition
I be spitting hot fumes check ignition
Bitches running my name like tradition
Bitches running my name like tradition
Guess I’m constantly thinking bout gwalla
Noggin on profit
Like fuck a nigga I’m gone get mine regardless
Smoke a wood now I’m so faded on tropics
Caught the hate but I’m so shaded on palm trees
These bitches be sickle cell, sick as hell
Flowing these hoes off a Richter scale
Your boyfriend be broke, he can’t make a bail
Niggas we use for the greater plan
Hoes be looking so familiar
I take your man?
That’s the old me
Used to be a player call me Kobe
Called up the OG
What you on
Sparking up the OG you know me
Only real bitches fuck a phony
Only blood matters fuck a homie
T’d above hoes like a Sobe
Issues with these niggas call up Smokey
All about the home team
Triple D that where I might be
Aye
All about my checks like I’m Nike
Aye
All about the federals
All about the green
Only fuck with ballers
Fuck do you mean
Aye
You in my lane bitch stop swaying
These bitches conveying
A sad act of poorly portraying
My rhymes
And my flows
In the songs y’all displaying
I’m saying
Stay hating
Aye

Guess I’m constantly thinking bout gwalla
Noggin on profit
Like fuck a nigga I’m gone get mine regardless
Smoke a wood now I’m so faded on tropics
Caught the hate but I’m so shaded on palm trees
These bitches be sickle cell, sick as hell
Flowing these hoes off a Richter scale
Your boyfriend be broke, he can’t make a bail
Niggas we use for the greater plan
Hoes be looking so familiar
I take your man?
That’s the old me
Used to be a player call me Kobe
Called up the OG
What you on
Sparking up the OG you know me
Only real bitches fuck a phony
Only blood matters fuck a homie
T’d above hoes like a Sobe
Issues with these niggas call up Smokey
All about the home team
Triple D that where I might be
All about my checks like I’m Nike
All about the federals
All about the green
Only fuck with ballers
Fuck do you mean
Caddy with dubs
Inside be cream
Triple D dream
Fuck is you saying
You in my lane bitch stop swaying
These bitches conveying
A sad act of poorly portraying
My rhymes
And my flows
In the songs y’all displaying
I’m saying
These bitches want game stay hating
These niggas is bugs stay spewing
I only fear God stay praying
These bitches be praying that I be delaying
I ain’t never fading
I’m getting the tacos like I ordered Fuego
I don’t hang with pranksters
I ball like the Lakers
Ooh
Thinking
Wishing
Dreaming
About a mission
I don’t act bitch
Don’t audition
You a lame
You can’t hang no admission
Under no circumstance no condition
I be spitting hot fumes check ignition
Bitches running my name like tradition
Bitches running my name like tradition
Guess I’m constantly thinking bout gwalla
Noggin on profit
Like fuck a nigga I’m gone get mine regardless
Smoke a wood now I’m so faded on tropics
Caught the hate but I’m so shaded on palm trees
These bitches be sickle cell, sick as hell
Flowing these hoes off a Richter scale
Your boyfriend be broke, he can’t make a bail
Niggas we use for the greater plan
Hoes be looking so familiar
I take your man?
That’s the old me
Used to be a player call me Kobe
Called up the OG
What you on
Sparking up the OG you know me
Only real bitches fuck a phony
Only blood matters fuck a homie
T’d above hoes like a Sobe
Issues with these niggas call up Smokey
All about the home team
Triple D that where I might be
Aye
All about my checks like I’m Nike
Aye
All about the federals
All about the green
Only fuck with ballers
Fuck do you mean
Aye
You in my lane bitch stop swaying
These bitches conveying
A sad act of poorly portraying
My rhymes
And my flows
In the songs y’all displaying
I’m saying
Stay hating
Aye