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

I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up
Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up

If you lookin’ for some smoke we
That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
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
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
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]
Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it

I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
Havin’ trouble decidin’ Which car to slide in?
Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh

I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah

Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? huh
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah