Tropicana ft. Bone Lyrics

It's Bone bitch

C'mon

Poured an eight in this tropicana

I got this bag full of phew straight from Atlanta

I made the soda look dirty, it used to be a fanta

Niggas get to singin' to the boys Hannah Montana

You think you heard some hard shit? Wait till we drop Fantum

You say you want that shit right? Bitch, I'm the party planner

These niggas really been my fans, but they gettin' fanner

I been thinkin' bout the pape, but I got it, I'm a dream catcher

Shit, I gained a lil' weight, niggas call me fat

Shootin' .223's out the chop, it tore off his back

Niggas know my shit hard, they keep comin' back

Niggas put they heart and soul on the net, what the fuck is that

This nigga nose lookin' red, he do more then crack

Got a head start in this bitch, I used to run track

I done tried everything, I feel like Bo-Jack

Only smokin' Zah in this bitch, nigga, no black

I know this bitch strong as fuck in her body, she got no fat

Bitch, why the fuck you throwin' ass and you got no back

I only speak about the shit I really seen, nigga, all facts

Say you want a couple grams of whew, I'ma come tax

Me and my niggas ridin' dirty, put the zips up

Downtown five-star hotel, pourin' big cups

Short lil' baddie, coochie good with the big butt

I'm tryna be the first in fam, makin' big bucks

Hit this bitch for eight hours, it was big hunch

Got into it with the flow, I caught a sick punch

I'm in this bitch the whole time, I don't take lunch

Need to put me in a wrestling ring, I can face-bust

Spell my name with all caps, don't get it mixed up

Play the nigga one-on-one for bread, he got mixed up

I be takin' bread out niggas' hands, like, who got next up

They be tellin' me I'm hard as fuck, I got next up

I be punchin' niggas' throats, don't get your neck stuck

I know some niggas really down bad, they fuck the next duck

Workin' out for three hours, I got a chest pump

Swear to God, niggas fanned out, they want a fist bump

I just came back from

(fuck)

I just came back from, ight, hey, come on

I just came back from bama with a Tropicana

I'm cuttin' up after dinner, ain't got table manners

Really a menace to society, but livin' quietly

Race back from the K, but I'm sippin' lightly

Am I sippin' TP? Nigga, more than likely

SB really shittin' out this bitch, we can't even hide it

Race back from the K, but I'm sippin' lightly

Hmm, uh-uh, shoot a movie on the scene, like I'm fuckin' Spike Lee