YFN Trae Pound - Propane lyrics

[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