Propane (Remix) ft. MHC CJ Lyrics

Yeah, okay, they fuck with my drip, my feng shui

Play with the gang, get hit with that heater

Ken Nugent, I'm just one call away

In the deep end, created my own wave (Skrt)

Created my own lane (Skrt)

Crashing out, got road rage

If I say it, it's fire, spit propane

Yeah I spit propane, go hard every line like cocaine

I swear I had to stay down with my nigga, promise I won't change

When you step in the field, look both ways

Nigga play, clean his block, where's the Olay?

Cold-hearted nigga and I got the juice

No face, no case like OJ

Lately, been leaving 'em bitter

Looks like I took all the sugar and cream

They think the boy not a killer, I stay with the metal though, that's why it's Chrome on the tee

Hold on, that's probably federal

I bought a crib, tryna turn it to several

They say I came a long way from the ghetto, I feel like Gepetto the way I been pulling the strings

Robin Jeans came with the wings, I ran up fetti on fetti on fetti

Now all the shorties be saying I'm sweet, tryna give up the cookie, that's word to Little Debbie

I told 'em please do not hit up the celly

I'm tryna eat till I fill up the belly

I'm tryna make it like folks never heard of you niggas and murder you niggas like Melly

Yeah, I been spitting that propane

Gas in the tank, big body suburban, it's taking up both lanes

They said it's a fluke but I did it on purpose, so boy that's a bold claim

To tell you the truth, man I really been working, they ain't put in no pain

Swear these niggas got no shame

Yeah, okay, they fuck with my drip, my feng shui

Play with the gang, get hit with that heater

Ken Nugent, I'm just one call away

In the deep end, created my own wave (Skrt)

Created my own lane (Skrt)

Crashing out, got road rage

If I say it, it's fire, spit propane

Yeah I spit propane, go hard every line like cocaine

I swear I had to stay down with my nigga, promise I won't change

When you step in the field, look both ways

Nigga play, clean his block, where's the Olay?

Cold-hearted nigga and I got the juice

No face, no case like OJ

I'm a young cold-hearted nigga

Crew full of real ones, I'm fuck nigga free

Young nigga feel like GloRilla

They had left me in the jungle, came out with a mink

Married to money, you play and this choppa gon ring

Go hard every hook, yeah I feel like Kareem

We gon aim at his collar, he play with my green

Bitch, I had a dream like Martin Luther King

2K in my pocket, I ball with my team

If a fuck nigga play, then we pulling his card

Swear to God this shit ain't what it seems

You'd think I'm a wizard the way I pull up in a 'Rari

Told the money come over, I feel like Jhacari

Big body whip, I can't park her, I ball like Jabari

We keep a choppa, ain't talking bout a Harley

Play with me, whole lotta red like I'm Carti

Ooh wow, wow, yeah yeah yeah yeah (This that propane)

Yeah, yeah, ooh wow wow ooh wow

Yeah-uh, I'm going hard for the gang and this shit going straight to the top

Yeah, okay, they fuck with my drip, my feng shui

Play with the gang, get hit with that heater

Ken Nugent, I'm just one call away

In the deep end, created my own wave (Skrt)

Created my own lane (Skrt)

Crashing out, got road rage

If I say it, it's fire, spit propane

Yeah I spit propane, go hard every line like cocaine

I swear I had to stay down with my nigga, promise I won't change

When you step in the field, look both ways

Nigga play, clean his block, where's the Olay?

Cold-hearted nigga and I got the juice

No face, no case like OJ