Tropical Remix

I'm with EsDee and Rico at the hotel Three hoes outside the door looking through the p— I'm with EsDee and Rico at the hotel Three hoes outside the door looking through the peephole Yeah, you know I don't need hoes I'm with my 6'1" Polish girlfriend, and she walked Vogue Yeah, they don't understand me, Morse code I'm smoking on bubblegum popperz, yeah, super dope Yeah, I do what I do, 'cause I move the dope Stay the fuck out my business, man, they don't need to know Stay the fuck out my business, man, they don't need to know (Ay, ay, ay) Got the Gucci leather cap, it doesn't come with any labels Late night parties, got me shit up off the tables Say you plug bitch shit, but, lad, you never got the cables Fakemink's fried rocking fake Palm Angels I'm a cheeky little bastard, sitting from the acid One puff, pass, took a pull, and then I dashed it Man, I'm creeping with patch kids, bally with the black fit Had to stop the sipping 'cause I never want the lasted Smoke kush, die, runtz, guave Lad, I'm tripping them in the limo with your bird, she loves me scarf Got the runtz, bars, dust, and the stars With me brother out in Cali', and we chilling in the palms Lad, I'm out me fucking marbles need a second just to fucking think I'm out into the morning, someone pour me up another drink I'm chilling to the end 'cause I'm not arsed what all the others think Smoking 'til I can't, I pass it back right to me brother mink I'm with EsDee and Rico at the hotel Three hoes outside the door looking through the peephole Yeah, you know I don't need hoes I'm with my 6'1" Polish girlfriend, and she walked Vogue Yeah, they don't understand me, Morse code I'm smoking on bubblegum popperz, yeah, super dope Yeah, I do what I do, 'cause I move the dope Stay the fuck out my business, man, they don't need to know