Prod Me & seance 
Lyrics: 
Tropical juices mixed with pop fully kill the taste no Tropicana
Smoke reaching the roof, it reeks of fruit mixed with sweet marijuana
Velvet skies above, we sip on gold while smoking cannabis
Yea my mind was racing before I popped this goddamn opiate
Bitch u better suck it up that joke is not that serious
YSL my jeans in coke, bomber colour period
Gold fangs when I speak, my tongue dipped in purple syrup
Almost crashed the 4 at 6 am this dope shit got me sick

Perfume scent filling the room
Pothodlerz cooking, MFDOOM
No ranch my blue cheese like I'm thug
Still froze the room without no drugs
Designer clothes all on my floor
Her heels are off, she wants some more
Young Money U.O.E.N.O
She's playing Pinkprint at my tour
She sleeping in my lil shirt
Caffeine on overtime, I'm still working
Backwoods Pack and it's all Bourbon
Big body, all black suburban
This shit swerve, this shit swerve
Now my money taller than cathedrals never thought this shit would work

Tropical weed, I feel like I'm at the Garden of Eden
Taking shortcuts makes me feel worse, I feel conceded
On the highway to hell, not talking AC/DC
Yeah my mind is spinning, I don't even know if breathing works

Tropical juices mixed with pop fully kill the taste no Tropicana
Smoke reaching the roof, it reeks of fruit mixed with sweet marijuana
Velvet skies above, we sip on gold while smoking cannabis
Yea my mind was racing before I popped this goddamn opiate
Bitch u better suck it up that joke is not that serious
YSL my jeans in coke, bomber colour period
Gold fangs when I speak, my tongue dipped in purple syrup
Almost crashed the 4 at 6 am this dope shit got me sick

Yeah, I'm off the rip
In the six with Mando yeah, our money Xtend
Yo hoe was hungry
Gave her some dick
The way I'm driving yeah, I'm praying I don't flip
Its 4 am right now, there's too much haunted shit
Hold my hand lil baby, yeah we're talking to the dead
A Seance yeah I need that
With cups where the fuck my weed at
I'm dope lil bro, I bleed that
You cracked bitch now you relapse

Tropical weed, I feel like I'm at the Garden of Eden
Taking shortcuts makes me feel worse, I feel conceded
On the highway to hell, not talking AC/DC
Yeah my mind is spinning, I don't even know if breathing works

Tropical juices mixed with pop fully kill the taste no Tropicana
Smoke reaching the roof, it reeks of fruit mixed with sweet marijuana
Velvet skies above, we sip on gold while smoking cannabis
Yea my mind was racing before I popped this goddamn opiate
Bitch u better suck it up that joke is not that serious
YSL my jeans in coke, bomber colour period
Gold fangs when I speak, my tongue dipped in purple syrup
Almost crashed the 4 at 6 am this dope shit got me sick

Tropical

Green Thumbs [Produced by: Solo Mitch]

Trippie Redd & A1Billionaire - Rookie Of The Year

Black Magic

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Murder-Trippie Redd (Prod.jackwiththemac)

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