Octane lyrics

[Intro: Taco El]
Dylvinci got the code
Octane, ay, ay

[Chorus: Taco El]
Propane, I smoke octane
Stay hittin’ my phone, gotta make a play
Propane, in love with Mary Jane
You say you a shooter, boy you can’t even aim
Propane, I smoke octane
Stay hittin’ my phone, gotta make a play
Propane, in love with Mary Jane
You say you a shooter, boy you can’t even aim

[Verse 1: Taco El]
Smokin’ [?] blunts
Smokin’ to the face
Know I’m Taco, gang, 99 rep the gang
Sick of pus*y n*ggas, sick of fatal b*tches
I just wanna cash a check, and count my riches
I don’t love these b*tches, I don’t f*ck with snitches
I’m with ten cellphones and some goth b*tches

[Chorus: Taco El]
Propanе, I smoke octane
Stay hittin’ my phone, gotta makе a play
Propane, in love with Mary Jane
You say you a shooter, boy you can’t even aim
Propane, I smoke octane
Stay hittin’ my phone, gotta make a play
Propane, in love with Mary Jane
You say you a shooter, boy you can’t even aim
[Verse 2: Cartier’GOD]
Hit the propane, didn’t make me pay
I be getting bread, now the city on flame
Catch me out here flexing ho, drippin’ like the rain
Ocean is the gang, Taco is the gang
Ten cellphones and I stay gettin’ brain
Pull up to the spot, drop it off and get the change
Propane, I smoke octane
[?] increased up, hoes on my thang
Still [?], used to make a stain
Dripped my lil’ b*tch out in [?]

[Chorus: Taco El]
Propane, I smoke octane
Stay hittin’ my phone, gotta make a play
Propane, in love with Mary Jane
You say you a shooter, boy you can’t even aim
Propane, I smoke octane
Stay hittin’ my phone, gotta make a play
Propane