Young Dro – Tropical lyrics

[Chorus: x4]
Chevy paint tropical
A wima way, a wima way
Got them callin Fema, cause my chopper on Katrina spray

[Verse 1:]
I bear arms, literally bare arms
30 inch air don, G4, we call it air fun
Plus, I got some killas over there and over there for em
My partna couldn't make it, I'm a put one in your hair for him.
32 inches and the rims come in rare form
My partnas on the block know I love em and I care for em
I remember we was in the blood, sellin heron
Shawty caught a charge, nigga, trust me, I was there for him
Somebody say a prayer for him
I never overlook ya'll
The shit ya doin uptown is like a preseason in football
People tellin me I'm bein wise buy some Rarri's
I said "or jump, I'm gonna go and get my chopper"
I ain't scared, I'm ridin around bumpin Cyndi Lauper
Bout to stop at Burger King and get me a Whopper
Niggas just mad cause my rims so whopper
Plus it's Grand Hustle, ya'll never could stop us.

[Chorus: x4]
Chevy paint Tropical
A wima way, a wima way
Got them callin Fema, cause my chopper on Katrina spray

[Verse 2:]
I love killings are passionate
Murders are immaculate
Acute angle, shoot at a nigga, cause I'll rackulate
Bullets to the front of your head, and blow out the back of it
36 ounces, now let's see what I can stack of it
I am not average, more like maverick
One niper slug and a prayer, that's what I battle with
Manslaughter, shawty droppin niggas like cattle shit
Like snakes, I rattle it, killins for no matter
In the hood on that old batter batter shit
Bitch try to rob me, like a heart they on that saddle shit
Die Another Day, James Bond, ya'll see me
No hoes drunk cause I'm in the Aston Martini
I walk up in the mall, 20 large and branini bitch
Penthouse at the 12, 90-inch screen tv bitch
Bitches goin crazy just cause they see me on tv bitch
My Chevy paint Tropical, niggas can't see me bitch!

[Chorus: x8]
Chevy paint Tropical
A wima way, a wima way
Got them callin Fema, cause my chopper on Katrina spray

Dro!