Tropical Depression

By Chetta

On Afterlife

Released on October 30, 2020

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[Intro]

Damn, is that Surreal right there?


[Chorus]

And I'm rolling like a Big Freight

Bitch wait, interstate weight

With the paper plates, I'ma race on a paper chase

How you want it aye?

How you want it aye?

Can't complain, I just wanna live, I don't wanna play

No, I can't

Why you acting fake? Why you acting strange?

What the play? What the fucking bubble?

Get from round my way, I don't play

Why you acting fake? Why you acting lame?

No, you can't get it how you live

So how you want it, aye, aye, aye


[Verse 1]

And I'm rolling like a Big Freight

Hol' up bitch, wait

I'ma burn 'em like a mixtape

Pointers in the big face

Woadie peep my wrist game

Cocaine whippa, switch blades

Buck fifty ya whole face

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm just finna fade away

All these drugs my day to day

I don't want no other way

You can come but you can't stay

All that camping, you ain't safe

I'ma drag you thru the rain

Loratabs don't ease my pain

No more, no

Always hide, all my feelings won't show

Suicide lamborghini, close the doors

It's a vibe it's a vibe, I want some more

Feel like Metro, booming on the low, woah woah


[Chorus]

And I'm rolling like a Big Freight

Bitch wait, interstate weight

With the paper plates, I'ma race on a paper chase

How you want it aye?

How you want it aye?

Can't complain, I just wanna live, I don't wanna play

No, I can't

Why you acting fake? Why you acting strange?

What the play? What the fucking bubble?

Get from round my way, I don't play

Why you acting fake? Why you acting lame?

No, you can't get it how you live

So how you want it, aye, aye, aye


[Verse 2]

And I'm rolling like a Big Freight

Throw the choppa, Bouquet

Shooters just like 2k

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

All them bitches too fake

I don't care what you say

Mixing Wock with Dusse’

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Aye aye, baby let a big dawg talk when I walk through

How I be on a perc, I don't feel you, oh

Smoking P’s, I'ma need to clear my schedule

That's how it be, that's how you want it

I'ma, I'ma aye, aye, aye


[Chorus]

And I'm rolling like a Big Freight

Bitch wait, interstate weight

With the paper plates, I'ma race on a paper chase

How you want it aye?

How you want it aye?

Can't complain, I just wanna live, I don't wanna play

No, I can't

Why you acting fake? Why you acting strange?

What the play? What the fucking bubble?

Get from round my way, I don't play

Why you acting fake? Why you acting lame?

No, you can't get it how you live

So how you want it, aye, aye, aye