PROPANE Lyrics

Finna run this red light I can't wait bro

All this syrup in my cup where my ego

Broke my ex bitch heart let my leg go

Peeled off in a Lex still playin sounds

Bumpin Celly Cell it was goin down

When I was young I was really into Htown

Michael Watts Mike Jones thats a smooth sound

Pullin up to the crib turn the Bass down

Weird nighas shake my hand wit they face down

A nigha wit them bands

Fucked it up

got it back

Do that shit again

Nighas think I'm sleep but I'm really finna win

Ninth grade sippin juice n Gin

L7 15's Kickin in

Saved my money up and hit it wit the tint

11 ona roll ouuu that's Money well spent

Nighas Say they know me

they don't know shit

Hella bummy out in Norman droppin black chips

Yeah I'm goin all in watch the money flip

Souf side in my trunk Oklahoma shit

How tf you nighas beefin we don't get involved

All them nighas hella sneaky they gone tell it all

I'm in onyx private boof Watchin money fall.

I'll be back watch my drink I gotta take a call

Club bout to close baby take it off

4 am last shot this a money ball

Who you bringin to the spot

I need all of yaw

This ain't a air B & B this a players ball

5:30 turnt up nighas shootin dice

Hella faded lookin up man this shit nice

While he talkin bout a play I'm thinkin bout the price

Throwin butter in the pot this the good rice

Get it in wit the fam live the gud life

I'm a poet so I've heard yeah I like to write

Listen to my old head he believe in me

Bet he smoke the Wonton wit the seeds in it

Fresh glad wrap wit some Gs in it

Before you tell me what you need put some please in it

What you need you want the whole thang

Tell em shut the door quarantine wit the whole gang

Call em Hank sellin propane

Wutuang in the city

steal the show mane

WU

Young nighas

Hangin wit the mob

How he make that every day

he ain't gotta job