Propane Lyrics

[Intro]
Haha
Yeah

[Verse]
Let a nigga play, knock his lights out
Bitch you know I'm shinin' like a lighthouse
Could've took the school but took the trap route
Got the work stashed in the back house
Thousand grams boostin' my adrenaline
Soft bricks, man this shit ridiculous
Thousand grams stashed, it ain't no fiddlin'
That's my trap word, short for Fentanyl
Eight grams, flip this shit to eight bands
Thumbin' through the pros, need eight hands
I be rockin' buffs, f*ck some Ray Bans
I hit the blow with lack, it went from gray to tan
Remix queen, call me Mook Diddy
Throwin' money to the ceiling all in Magic City
I think I'm Big Meech, Mazerati Rick
I can't fit off in these jeans, think I'm too thick
Double thirty 'round, nigga, I got big dick
Had ten bricks, then I sold six
Hit him with the dummies, he was so sick Had a Lexus back in '06
Change a nigga life off my old tricks
I came from the kitchen with my own bricks
Started with a bowl bangin', sold nicks
Standin' on the corner, rappin' Trap or Die
Nigga serve my custo then he gotta die
Fiends comin' short, then I got they eye
All these niggas broke, these niggas paralyzed
Had them niggas sick, some bitches terrified
I been gettin' blue checks, I been verified
I got credit in these streets, I am D&B me
If a nigga want my check, he have to RIP me
Party stripper, rapper bitch, just know they cannot see me (Bitch)
Wonder, Stevie
Check my rap sheet, you could never be me
Check my resume, always had to work
Never been a slob, never had a job
Special skills, well, sell dope and rob
Finessed the bag, I'm Chyna, it's Rob
Money over bitches, I'm claimin' the mob (MOB)

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