Ramos - Biscayne Trops (feat. Breeez) Lyrics

Yea
I got em Soul, I got em, Yea
Uh

Down Biscayne Boulevard it's the kid
Mango's and 4's we got this
You don't wanna try to try jit
The, block is hot, you got to buy this
I'm, Young Sam Hinkie with the wordplay
Dade-County move the piff like drafts picks
The block do backflips, whenever it happens
Ain't been round this, you just gotta imagine
Peep it, palm trees and features
Education suck they don't pay the teachers
Lack of funds and that and they could not reach us,
You can find me at where chicken's cheaper, Uh
Might have to jook on a beat, Woo, did that there for my dawgs
Hold on, got at least three shooters in the fam, like Lavar Ball

Hey yo, Hey yo Soul man we out to Chef Creole real quick man
I need some of that griot that conk fritter

One time for the crib, and we fortified
Truth be told, I'm cold and they sorta lied
Sombrero's on the block, I'm immortalized
At least give me that, I diversified, yea

Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge, blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in a box
Coming from the city and we live from the trops
Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge, blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in a box
Coming from the city and we live from the trops

Yea
We seasoned, peep the whole steez
We duck the polices, for the right reasons, dawg
I probably keeps with my people, dawg, we speak but they don't want hear ya dawg
I warned ya family don't start
Got my dogs in the field like the Kirby Smart, ah
FIU where the spics get schooled
Flea Market's in the cut, we can get that too
Donk's riding up and down all the avenue's
No, sense of time, we don't watch the news, Yea
Corner supermarkets, price dropping
Segregated often, it's awkward
Back up they counting they pockets uh, haha
But they want them problems
Cause this where they pumping the stick, boy
Anywhere up in the crib, boy
Check yo position if you ain't efficient and you can be missing and shit, boy
Yo the cities an island, eat Guanabanas they use ad hominem to describe him, I'm wiling

Yea jit, Chancletas on the strip and all, ya dig that

Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge, blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in a box
Coming from the city and we live from the trops
Pull up in the wet drop top
This knowledge, blaze a pound detox
Square ass niggas gon' remain in a box
Coming from the city and we live from the trops

So I peruse
In familiar lands I knew
That even from these views
I think of you
Shouldn't be this way
I'm too far from those days
A long way from those changes
And yet I still, defend you and your name