Propane

(Album: Freda's Son - 2018)

[YFN Lucci:]
Something 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
Matching bling-bling for the whole gang
Working like a, GOAT, grinding, 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

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
Shooting 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 looking 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 looking for some smoke we

Something 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
Matching bling-bling for the whole gang
Working like a, GOAT, grinding, 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

[YFN?:]
Money power respect, one hand gripping my TEC
Whole lotta water dripping from my neck, that's VVS
Whole lotta lean dripping 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 planking
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinking
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
Twisting 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

[YFN Lucci:]
Something 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
Matching bling-bling for the whole gang
Working like a, GOAT, grinding, 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

[YFN?:]
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 starting with us (nigga), you ain't part of us
Grindin, lately I've been grinding
Which car to slide in? Having trouble deciding
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can't see what time it is
I ain't even signed a deal, I'd probably be swiping still (haha)
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Probably too much, huh, rocking 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

[YFN Lucci:]
Something 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
Matching bling-bling for the whole gang
Working like a, GOAT, grinding, 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