Yung Frendi - tropicana Lyrics

Then I guap dance
Teach you lil' boys how to guap dance
Teach you lil niggas how to guap dance
Yung Frendi, you killed that shit
Walk into the bank and then I guap dance
And the choppa Michael Jackson, way it prance prance
Love the money, but I'm not too good at romance
And it's funny, cause these niggas don't stand no chance
But never mind that, I flex with a purpose
Niggas be some clowns, put them in a circus
Gettin' to the guap, you know that's for certain
DLT, ain't no thotties in my section
2018, started rappin' with urgence
2019, 100k it was worth it
I can't tell you how much that I love you
Bitch I'm talking about the bag, not you
What Juice say, I don't need no molly to be savage
Step in it, Balenciaga baby when I'm rappin'
I don't fuck with these rappers
Keep it tucked, yeah my hammer
Oh lil' baby, what's the matter
Oh, Yung Frendi got the answers
What's the matter, baby what's the word
Heard you copy like Kakashi, that's absurd
And my girl way better then these birds
Only one shot, I'ma put you in a hearse
Walk into the bank and then I guap dance
And the choppa Michael Jackson, way it prance prance
Love the money, but I'm not too good at romance
And it's funny, cause these niggas don't stand no chance
But never mind that, I flex with a purpose
Niggas be some clowns, put them in a circus
Gettin' to the guap, you know that's for certain
DLT, ain't no thotties in my section

Then I guap dance
Teach you lil' boys how to guap dance
Teach you lil niggas how to guap dance
Yung Frendi, you killed that shit
Walk into the bank and then I guap dance
And the choppa Michael Jackson, way it prance prance
Love the money, but I'm not too good at romance
And it's funny, cause these niggas don't stand no chance
But never mind that, I flex with a purpose
Niggas be some clowns, put them in a circus
Gettin' to the guap, you know that's for certain
DLT, ain't no thotties in my section
2018, started rappin' with urgence
2019, 100k it was worth it
I can't tell you how much that I love you
Bitch I'm talking about the bag, not you
What Juice say, I don't need no molly to be savage
Step in it, Balenciaga baby when I'm rappin'
I don't fuck with these rappers
Keep it tucked, yeah my hammer
Oh lil' baby, what's the matter
Oh, Yung Frendi got the answers
What's the matter, baby what's the word
Heard you copy like Kakashi, that's absurd
And my girl way better then these birds
Only one shot, I'ma put you in a hearse
Walk into the bank and then I guap dance
And the choppa Michael Jackson, way it prance prance
Love the money, but I'm not too good at romance
And it's funny, cause these niggas don't stand no chance
But never mind that, I flex with a purpose
Niggas be some clowns, put them in a circus
Gettin' to the guap, you know that's for certain
DLT, ain't no thotties in my section