southwest mook – propane lyrics
[intro]
haha
yeah
[verse]
let a n-gga play, knock his lights out
b-tch 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 sh-t ridiculous
thousand grams stashed, it ain’t no fiddlin’
that’s my trap word, short for fentanyl
eight grams, flip this sh-t 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, n-gga, i got big d-ck
had ten bricks, then i sold six
hit him with the dummies, he was so sick
had a lexus back in ’06
change a n-gga 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
n-gga serve my custo then he gotta die
fiends comin’ short, then i got they eye
all these n-ggas broke, these n-ggas paralyzed
had them n-ggas sick, some b-tches terrified
i been gettin’ blue checks, i been verified
i got credit in these streets, i am d&b me
if a n-gga want my check, he have to rip me
party stripper, rapper b-tch, just know they cannot see me (b-tch)
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 sk!lls, well, sell dope and rob
finessed the bag, i’m chyna, it’s rob
money over b-tches, i’m claimin’ the mob (mob)
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