Propane lyrics

[Intro]
(Hi, Swirl)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Brrah, bah, bah, bah (Bee)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang

[Chorus]
Gang, gang, gang, gang
If I see a opp, I go bang, bang, bang
And I'm smokin' on some pack, straight gas, propane
Why these opps keep swervin'? b*tch, stay in yo' lane, on the gang
Started totin' sticks up in eighth grade
8K, gave it to my mom for a vacay
Too paid, I just bought my sister Lei a gold chain
With her name on the front, drippy like some Kool-Aid

[Verse 1]
New J's stuffed in my bag like a new K
New plays gettin' locked in like a suitcase
I just took a flight in the sky for a new bae
And now she wanna f*ck with me because she see I'm too paid
If lil' shawty actin' funny, then you know that that's a no-no
Had to pass lil' baby to my bro, Tony Romo
12 tryna blitz, so you know that I'm on go-go
So I had to play the jakes like a motherf*ckin' slo-mo
10K in two weeks off an Instagram promo
Did this by myself, lil' b*tch, solo dolo
Free Kwon out the cell 'cause you know that that's a bro-bro
And if that hoe a Gunna, then you know that that's a no-go
If a n*gga want some static, we gon' put him on the map
And if you finna call me Dami, best not forget 'bout the KA$H
And you know I keep a lot, you can tell by my stats
Why you mad I'm spittin' facts?
You on your ass, n*ggas need to make some cash, on the gang
[Chorus]
Gang, gang, gang, gang
If I see a opp, I go bang, bang, bang
And I'm smokin' on some pack, straight gas, propane
Why these opps keep swervin'? b*tch, stay in yo' lane, on the gang
Started totin' sticks up in eighth grade
8K, gave it to my mom for a vacay
Too paid, I just bought my sister Lei a gold chain
With her name on the front, drippy like some Kool-Aid

[Verse 2]
And it's R.I.P. my pops, man, he died when I was seven
Told me take care of my family and to make sure they ain't stressin'
L-L-Let a n*gga try them, and I'm teachin' him a lesson
So I'm totin' this 11 for protection, might just send a jit to heaven
If a n*gga want some static, he can have it
Posted up on the block, automatics
Bad b*tch, Gucci and Chanel, yeah, she lavish
Tragic, I just put a n*gga on a graphic, ayy
I gotta watch how I move now
n*ggas envy, so I gotta play it smooth now
I be too sick on the beat like the flu now
Two chicks finna blow me like a flute now
Broke-ass n*gga, caught 'em lackin' in the food aisle
Tell me why these n*ggas out here actin' like we cool now?
Like you ain't just tried to rob me for my shoes now?
And I'm touchin' more money than your whole crew now
[Chorus]
Gang, gang, gang, gang
If I see a opp, I go bang, bang, bang
And I'm smokin' on some pack, straight gas, propane
Why these opps keep swervin'? b*tch, stay in yo' lane, on the gang
Started totin' sticks up in eighth grade
8K, gave it to my mom for a vacay
Too paid, I just bought my sister Lei a gold chain
With her name on the front, drippy like some Kool-Aid

[Outro]
On the motherf*ckin’ gang, might split your brain
On the motherf*ckin’ gang
Bee, buh, buh, buh