Hank Hill Lyrics

Aye, I switch up the vibe, yeah

I think now my time

I been on my grind, yeah (yeah)

Henny yellow shawty

She just wanna party

Know just what she want me to do

(Cuz I don't be chasin')

Yeah

Know just why she want me

She just wanna party with crew

(She know that we blazin', yeah)

Yeah, puffin on the stank, my dawg

We don't chase nothin but the bank, my dawg

I'm puffin out the mase, my dawg

Call me Hank Hill I sell propane, my dawg (propane dawg)

Big bills, I be chasin'

Yeah, choppin up the beat like I'm Jason

I'm smoking good, yeah, straight up out the mason, yeah

Off the 36 I'm in space man

I hit the booth and spark a blunt up (spark a blunt up)

Spark another (spark another)

Need the reefer (need reefer)

Need a ton of it (need a ton up)

It's like a ritual, we geekin till the sun up (till the sun up)

The weed habitual, I tried to quit with no luck (not luck)

Yeah, I'm shippin' propane sealed

I feel like I'm Hank Hill

I feel like the drank heal

Yeah

Niggas be actin lame, for real

I been laughing to the bank, still

Geekin' up off these X pills

Niggas stuck on the same, for real

Henny yellow shawty

She just wanna party

Know just what she want me to do

(Cuz I don't be chasin')

Yeah

Know just why she want me

She just wanna party with crew

(She know that we blazin', yeah)

Yeah, puffin on the stank, my dawg

We don't chase nothin but the bank, my dawg

I'm puffin out the mase, my dawg

Call me Hank Hill I sell propane, my dawg (propane dawg)

I'm shippin' propane sealed

I been doing my thing

X been all in my brain

I been poppin' them things, yeah

Just to get in my mood, need a blunt to the brain

I been tryna' change, yeah

I don't even feel the same, yeah

Now I'm drippin' like some rain, yeah

She keep texting, keep calling my name, yeah

But I'm on a plane yeah, too high to take a call

I been too high to think, yeah

I'm poppin' adderall

I'm just tryna' see my money tall

So I run it up till the sun coming up

Til we six feet under, we gonna run it up

Yeah this time I'm for real, boy we coming up, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Im shipping propane sealed I feel like I'm Hank Hill, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Niggas be acting lame, for real

Geekin' up off these X pills

Yeah