Propane

Текст песни YFN Lucci & YFN Trae Pound & YFN Kay - Propane

Propane Lyrics[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin' like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain't got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
Matchin' bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin' like a, GOAT, grindin', I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I'm gon' hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don't (pray he don't)
If he play he gon' (play he gon'), he may not make it no
Uh naw, don't make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
No, I don't like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Shootin' up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain't got to pay it off
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin' like it been to the chop shop
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
If you lookin' for some smoke we
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin' like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain't got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin' bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin' like a, GOAT, grindin', I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I'm gon' hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
Money power respect, one hand grippin' my TEC
Whole lotta water drippin' from my neck, that's VVS
Whole lotta lean drippin' from my cup, that's CVS
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that's UPS
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin'
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin'
That's on Nut, that's on Nut, In my Glock I trust
I can't wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Twistin' my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
We knock 'em down, you pick 'em up
They ain't 'bout no action, they just talk about it
Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin' like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain't got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin' bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin' like a, GOAT, grindin', I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I'm gon' hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go
[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
Nigga you ain't hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? huh
You ain't startin' with us (nigga), you ain't part of us
Grindin, lately I've been grindin'
Which car to slide in? Havin' trouble decidin'
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can't see what time it is
I ain't even signed a deal, I'd probably be swipin' still (haha)
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Probably too much, huh, rockin' too much, huh
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin' like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain't got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin' bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin' like a, GOAT, grindin', I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I'm gon' hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go