Young Dro Tropical Lyrics

Bleedin' da Block 14 Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 I am Legend
  • 2 House on Me
  • 3 Who Am I
  • 4 On A Pill
  • 5 4 Head
  • 6 Trunk Rattle
  • 7 Tropical
  • 8 I am Legend (interlude)
  • 9 Fly As I Can Be
  • 10 These Ain't Out Yet
  • 11 Breathe
  • 12 C. Money Shit
  • 13 Hell Yeah
  • 14 5000 Ones
  • 15 Interlude #2
  • 16 How I Ride
  • 17 You Know About Me
  • 18 Drugs
  • 19 Mac & Dro
  • 20 Young Dro Ladies
  • 21 Makin' All That Money
  • 22 What Else
  • 23 I Am Legend
  • 24 I Know How To
  • 25 Loud
  • [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!

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