YFN Lucci – Propane (feat. YFN Trae Pound & YFN Kay)

Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang

Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved

We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
Havin’ trouble decidin’ Which car to slide in?
Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
huh Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us?
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off

Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey

Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
If you lookin’ for some smoke we
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)

Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go
Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh