"Propane" lyrics
(Hi, Swirl)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Brrt, pow, pow, pow (Beep)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
If I see a opp, I go bang, bang, bang
And I'm smokin' on some pack, straight gas, propane
Why these opps keep swervin'?
Bitch, stay in yo' lane, on the gang
Started totin' sticks up in eighth grade
8K, gave it to my mom for a vacay, too paid
I just bought my sister Lei a gold chain
With her name on the front, drippy like some Kool-Aid
New J's stuffed in my bag like a new K
New plays gettin' locked in like a suitcase
I just took a flight in the sky for a new bae
And now she wanna fuck with me because she see I'm too paid
If lil' shawty actin' funny then you know that that's a no-no
Had to pass lil' baby to my bro, Tony Romo
12 tryna blitz, then you know that I'm on go-go
So I had to play the jakes like a muthafuckin' slo-mo
10K in two weeks off of Instagram promo
Did this by myself, lil' bitch, solo dolo
Free Kwon out da cell 'cause you know that that's the bro-bro
And if that hoe a Gunna then, you know that that's a no go
If a nigga want some static, we gon' put him on the map
And if you finna call me Dami, best not forget 'bout the KA$H
And you know I keep a lot, you can tell by my stats
Why you mad I'm spittin' fax?
You on your ass, niggas need to make some cash
On the gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
If I see a opp, I go bang, bang, bang
And I'm smokin' on some pack, straight gas, propane
Why these opps keep swervin'?
Bitch, stay in yo' lane, on the gang
Started totin' sticks up in eighth grade
8K, gave it to my mom for a vacay, too paid
I just bought my sister Lei a gold chain
With her name on the front, drippy like some Kool-Aid
And it's R.I.P my pops
Man, he died when I was seven
Told me take care of my family
And to make sure they ain't stressin'
L-l-let a nigga try them and I'm teachin' him a lesson
So I'm totin' this 11 for protection
Might just send a jit to heaven
If a nigga want some static, he can have it
Posted up on the block, automatics
Bad bitch, Gucci and Chanel, yeah, she lavish
Tragic, I just put a nigga on a graphic, ayy
I gotta watch how I move now
Niggas envy, so I gotta play it smooth now
I be too sick on the beat like the flu now
Two chicks finna blow me like a flute now
Broke-ass nigga, caught 'em lackin' in the food aisle
Tell me why these niggas out here actin' like we cool now?
Like you ain't just tried to rob me for my shoes now?
And I'm touchin' more money than your whole crew now
Gang, gang, gang, gang
If I see a opp, I go bang, bang, bang
And I'm smokin' on some pack, straight gas, propane
Why these opps keep swervin'?
Bitch, stay in yo' lane, on the gang
Started totin' sticks up in 8th grade
8K, gave it to my mom for a vacay, too paid
I just bought my sister Lei a gold chain
With her name on the front, drippy like some Kool-Aid
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Brrt, pow, pow, pow (Beep)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
If I see a opp, I go bang, bang, bang
And I'm smokin' on some pack, straight gas, propane
Why these opps keep swervin'?
Bitch, stay in yo' lane, on the gang
Started totin' sticks up in eighth grade
8K, gave it to my mom for a vacay, too paid
I just bought my sister Lei a gold chain
With her name on the front, drippy like some Kool-Aid
New J's stuffed in my bag like a new K
New plays gettin' locked in like a suitcase
I just took a flight in the sky for a new bae
And now she wanna fuck with me because she see I'm too paid
If lil' shawty actin' funny then you know that that's a no-no
Had to pass lil' baby to my bro, Tony Romo
12 tryna blitz, then you know that I'm on go-go
So I had to play the jakes like a muthafuckin' slo-mo
10K in two weeks off of Instagram promo
Did this by myself, lil' bitch, solo dolo
Free Kwon out da cell 'cause you know that that's the bro-bro
And if that hoe a Gunna then, you know that that's a no go
If a nigga want some static, we gon' put him on the map
And if you finna call me Dami, best not forget 'bout the KA$H
And you know I keep a lot, you can tell by my stats
Why you mad I'm spittin' fax?
You on your ass, niggas need to make some cash
On the gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
If I see a opp, I go bang, bang, bang
And I'm smokin' on some pack, straight gas, propane
Why these opps keep swervin'?
Bitch, stay in yo' lane, on the gang
Started totin' sticks up in eighth grade
8K, gave it to my mom for a vacay, too paid
I just bought my sister Lei a gold chain
With her name on the front, drippy like some Kool-Aid
And it's R.I.P my pops
Man, he died when I was seven
Told me take care of my family
And to make sure they ain't stressin'
L-l-let a nigga try them and I'm teachin' him a lesson
So I'm totin' this 11 for protection
Might just send a jit to heaven
If a nigga want some static, he can have it
Posted up on the block, automatics
Bad bitch, Gucci and Chanel, yeah, she lavish
Tragic, I just put a nigga on a graphic, ayy
I gotta watch how I move now
Niggas envy, so I gotta play it smooth now
I be too sick on the beat like the flu now
Two chicks finna blow me like a flute now
Broke-ass nigga, caught 'em lackin' in the food aisle
Tell me why these niggas out here actin' like we cool now?
Like you ain't just tried to rob me for my shoes now?
And I'm touchin' more money than your whole crew now
Gang, gang, gang, gang
If I see a opp, I go bang, bang, bang
And I'm smokin' on some pack, straight gas, propane
Why these opps keep swervin'?
Bitch, stay in yo' lane, on the gang
Started totin' sticks up in 8th grade
8K, gave it to my mom for a vacay, too paid
I just bought my sister Lei a gold chain
With her name on the front, drippy like some Kool-Aid
Writer(s): David Wallace, Grayson R Waller
