"Spit Propane" by Offset moves between loyalty to imprisoned friends and the relentless grind of turning street survival into luxury. The chorus keeps returning to freeing allies from jail while counting money and staying armed, a tension between escape and constant threat. The image of spitting propane frames his rapping as combustible and unstoppable, matching the heat of his rise. Beneath the flexing, there is a code: die for close friends, keep going no matter what, and turn nothing into everything without ever letting the guard down.
Spit Propane Lyrics by Offset
Free ’em out the box, runnin’ from the cops, niggas tryna dodge a chain
Count up guwap, I done made a lot, nigga got a lot to gain
Aimin’ for the top, hand to the Glock, keep one inside the chamber
Livin’ like a star, I’m a rockstar, nigga gettin’ stopped by strangers
Wunna on fire, everything hot, you know I spit propane
Lamborghini switchin’ ’em lanes, watch presidential, it’s plain
Lock down the spot, P factory, I’m payin’ ’em with a minimum wage
Wunna headline in the stage, poppin’ that shit in they face
Up my stocks, get my props, now my house like a maze
Cabo, been up for two days
Maybach interior suede, stock
All of my wheels, I’m goin’ GIA stars on my gems
Saint Laurent, Louis V, step out in Timbs
I’m way too lit, I go trim, I ain’t them
Man, fuck the cops, walk with the Glock
Young nigga trappin’ from AM to PM
She wanna cry, Audemar watch
In a new Benz, out the lot when you see her
Miami yachts, we ’bout to T up
Ferrari topless so you can see us
Rick Owen couches, not from IKEA
I drop a new album, I’m ’bout to re-up (I’m ’bout to re-up)
Chrome Heart lens (Chrome Heart)
I done iced out all my friends
I’m sellin’ out shows, I’m pickin’ up M’s
I went rose gold on the frost skeleton
At the penthouse at the Ritz, two twins (Two twins)
Uh, uh
Ferrari Sport, had to do a few spins
Ball like a sport, and I let the gang in (Hey)
Free ’em out the box, runnin’ from the cops, niggas tryna dodge a chain
Count up guwap, I done made a lot, nigga got a lot to gain
Aimin’ for the top, hand to the Glock, keep one inside the chamber
Livin’ like a star, I’m a rockstar, nigga gettin’ stopped by strangers
Wunna on fire, everything hot, you know I spit propane
Lamborghini switchin’ ’em lanes, watch presidential, it’s plain
Lock down the spot, P factory, I’m payin’ ’em with a minimum wage
Wunna headline in the stage, poppin’ that shit in they face
Had ’em in a lot, bought ’em to the top, fly guy, Prada my socks
Bought a lot of land, sell it as a [?]
A cool hunnid bands, I spend that a lot
This two hunnid grand, just in south of France
I’d die for my mans, I bought him a watch
Audemar Royal Oak, this not a Swatch
Fuck it, we Audemar, we came from nothin’
You gotta keep goin’, no, stoppin’ won’t cut it
We want this shit overly, it ain’t no budget
I’m gon’ see a hunnid up there, no discussion
I keep this shit comin’, ’cause I’ma get comfy
Stack up, bought a couple of cribs
Don’t know where I live, I’m shootin’ my shot at the buzzer
We move to that field, we keepin’ that cutter
You look at my neck, my shit is a puddle
Free ’em out the box, runnin’ from the cops, niggas tryna dodge a chain
Count up guwap, I done made a lot, nigga got a lot to gain
Aimin’ for the top, hand to the Glock, keep one inside the chamber
Livin’ like a star, I’m a rockstar, nigga gettin’ stopped by strangers
Wunna on fire, everything hot, you know I spit propane
Lamborghini switchin’ ’em lanes, watch presidential, it’s plain
Lock down the spot, P factory, I’m payin’ ’em with a minimum wage
Wunna headline in the stage, poppin’ that shit in they face
