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Tropics
3,454
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tropics was released on July 25, 2025 by Nothing Bout Us Regular/Standard Records under exclusive license to UnitedMasters LLC as a part of the album Damaged Thoughts
album cover
Release DateJuly 25, 2025
LabelNothing Bout Us Regular/Standard Records under exclusive license to UnitedMasters LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bay Swag
Bay Swag
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Lyrics
Lloyd McKenzie Jr.
Lloyd McKenzie Jr.
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chubbs
Chubbs
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Tss
[Chorus]
Hottest in the city, we could pop it
Honestly, if you hit ten ****, out of pocket
Two racks, man, pop it
I like takin' bitches to the tropics
Hatin' bitch that's talkin 'bout another bitch, I'm switchin' the topic
Takin' off like a rocket, moment of silence for Rocket
[Instrumental]
Let it breathe
Had that **** bitch on her knees
Had that **** bitch in the three
Had her eatin' pussy in the V
Bitches say I'm in a different league
All my bitches gotta keep it P
If you not, baby, you could exit
If I block you, hope you get the message
I don't play with that pussy, I beat it like Tekken
I don't play with that pussy, I don't leave it messy
I make a bitch write me a essay
I stay with a jacket like Izzy and Jefe
I tell her she look better naked
Ain't no layin' up, ain't no Netflix
If I shoot my shot, she gon' catch it
Fuck a happy home, I'ma wreck it
I'ma set the tone, set the record
That's your bitch right there? Better check it, shh
[Chorus]
Hottest in the city, we could pop it
Two racks, man, pop it
I like takin' bitches to the tropics
Takin' off like a rocket, moment of silence for Rocket
[Instrumental]
Yeah, yeah (Quavo)
She said she want to feel the breeze
Now she havin' sand on her feet, we're in Belize (Sand)
Bend it over, let me bust on the beach
Had to give her what she need, 'bout the dick, she a fiend (No cap)
I put some in her pocket, told her to pop it
Couple bands made her leave the ****, he keep checkin' for her, I told her, "Block him" (Brr, brr)
Ghost ridin' the Rolls-Royce, I'm feelin like the Rocket (Skrrt-skrrt)
I'm talkin' trimmest in the city (Trimmest), bad, matchin' titties
She stackin' up her mun-yun, now she up a fifty (Fifty)
Broke **** can't afford her 'cause she want Richard Milles (Richie, she want Richard Milles)
I'm talkin' 'bout baddest in the bitty (Bad)
Grab her by her inches
G6 got it drippin' (Wet)
In love with all my bitches (On God)
She wanna fuck on a trap ****, I fucked her in the kitchen (Trap shit, tss, like, damn)
She wanna kick it with the Slizz' (The Slizz')
She wanna kick it with the— (Ss)
She wanna kick it with the Slizz' (The P's)
She wanna kick it with the— (Ss)
We go plain AP's (Woo)
Hundred bands on the—, uh
Get it tatted since you love me (Get it tatted)
[Chorus]
Hottest in the city, we could pop it
Honestly, if you hit ten ****, out of pocket
Two racks, man, pop it
I like takin' bitches to the tropics
Hatin' bitch that's talkin 'bout another bitch, I'm switchin' the topic
Takin' off like a rocket, moment of silence for Rocket
Written by: Lloyd McKenzie Jr., Quavious Marshall
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