Propane

[Chorus]
What? What?
Shawty like when I pour drank
Suicidal doors (Cobain)
Fitted, fitted every day
Give a fuck 'bout what you say
Shawty swerving in that tank
We be up, that's why they hate
Float off propane
You be lame, you can't hang
I don't fuck with fake
Choppa got fluorescent lights, glow how it bang (Oh-oh-oh)
[Verse 1]
Sip red, sip Elmo, sip blood (Blood)
Llama loaded up
Clientele buzz, 500 on the truck (On the truck)
Folding origami blunts
You think you got a baddie, there be more inside the club
She sending me the addy way before I'm pulling up
She popping all the Addys craving for another one
[Chorus]
What? What?
Shawty like when I pour drank
Suicidal doors (Cobain)
Fitted, fitted every day
Give a fuck 'bout what you say
Shawty swerving in that tank
We be up, that's why they hate
Float off propane
You be lame, you can't hang
I don't fuck with fake
Choppa got fluorescent lights, glow how it bang (Oh-oh-oh)
[Verse 2]
What? What?
What is in my cup?
You a fucking lame
You a re-run
Diamonds shining, that's apparent
Money stack, look like Clarence
To the money, I got marriage
Diamonds shining with the carats, ah
Yeah, he looking for a victory like iSpy
Gang pulling up in mechs like it's Sci-Fi
I be sipping on the Tech like a red eye
He stopped talking shit 'cause I just shot his left eye
Ah-ah
Oo-oo