[Hook: 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
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci] Uh, one hand on my
Man I pray he don't
If he play he gon'
He may not make it no
Uh, don't make me make that call
We ball no basketball
We all international
We flyer than an astrorod
No, I don't like racks at all
That there get you wacked my dawg
Shooting up a n***a 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 stardust will knock ya head off
Uh, in the coupe with the head off
Been through one of the opps block
Seat Lord got the chop co*ked
Hit 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
If you looking for some smoke we
[Hook: 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