Propane - Swirl, KA$HDAMI

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Brrt, pow, pow, pow (Beep)

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

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'?

Bitch, 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

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 fuck 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, then you know that I’m on go-go

So I had to play the jakes like a muthafuckin' slo-mo

10K in two weeks off of Instagram promo

Did this by myself, lil' bitch, solo dolo

Free Kwon out da cell 'cause you know that that’s the bro-bro

And if that hoe a Gunna then, you know that that’s a no go

If a nigga 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' fax?

You on your ass, niggas need to make some cash

On the gang

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'?

Bitch, 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

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 nigga 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 nigga want some static, he can have it

Posted up on the block, automatics

Bad bitch, Gucci and Chanel, yeah, she lavish

Tragic, I just put a nigga on a graphic, ayy

I gotta watch how I move now

Niggas 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 nigga, caught 'em lackin' in the food aisle

Tell me why these niggas 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

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'?

Bitch, stay in yo' lane, on the gang

Started totin' sticks up in 8th 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