Options

First thing first fuck a hater
Most these hoes plastic man, I'm all about that paper
Fake ass bitches I'll holla atcha later
And I ain't worried bout a nigga, keep it straight I don't chase em

Cool it with the talk unless your walk is something similar
Cause if you full of shit that block can turn into a enema
I'm kiddin but I'm serious, only real can chill with us
And nah we can't fuck unless it's business, do ya feel me bruh

No games, I ain't here to waste nobody time
So either get with it, or get out of line

Best believe I got prospects
They all want the gold, niggas dig me, don't be upset

Get out ya feelings
I'm calling the play and watching em scrimmage
You say you a player be in it to win it
Nah I ain't cold, I'm just cool on you niggas

You want the spot then you need to convince me
I know I'm hot popping fresh out the kitchen
You got the keys, put it in the ignition
Show me that drive, let me see that ambition

Man, why these goofy niggas wildin
Tell em stop clowning don't they know that we got options
Options, options, options, options
Options, options, options, options

Damn, plug tryna to raise the prices
Homie getting cocky, dont he know that we got options
Options,options,options,options
Options,options,options,options

Second but not least, fuck these niggas
I don't mean it literally, man fuck these niggas
YO!
Gotta play the game how it goes
A bitch gon always bitch, and a hoe gon always hoe

No changing
Call it Tetris rearrange em
Put these bitches in they places
Don't waste em
Find a spot for em and place em
Bench em till it's time to place em

Call shots, pick up the score
Sit back enjoy the game
Let money make you cum
These hoes just for entertainment

Dumb it down for em then if you need the brain
Get ya nut, pull em back up, next day leave em on seen

I guess it's all about the mental
Hoes smell fear, you can't be to sentimental
Nah I ain't heartless, I just been through what I been through
Fuck these niggas and these bitches, and a hater and a snitch too

Man, why these goofy niggas wildin
Tell em stop clowning don't they know that we got options
Options, options, options, options
Options, options, options, options

Damn, plug tryna to raise the prices
Homie getting cocky, dont he know that we got options
Options,options,options,options
Options,options,options,options

Third verse, I guess I gotta polish it
Like I did em dirty, then I washed em, my apologies
That you weak bitches can't handle all this confidence
Keep tumbling out your common sense, you gon fall into the consequence

I mean honestly, who the fuck can fuck with me
Haters love to reach, but they can't pull up, they in diapers B

Niggas childish, cage em cause they wildin
Give these bitches shots cause we don't need no more around here

Or snip snip on these niggas
Someone give em a filter 'fo we take em out the picture

I ain't playing
Niggas softer than them kittens
Somebody call the garbage man, here the pick of the litter

I ain't fucking with a nigga who ain't thicker than snickers
Fat knots in his pocket all strings we committed
Nah we don't get attached, that ain't even the mission

Man, why these goofy niggas wildin
Tell em stop clowning don't they know that we got options
Options, options, options, options
Options, options, options, options

Damn, plug tryna to raise the prices
Homie getting cocky, dont he know that we got options
Options,options,options,options
Options,options,options,options

For the profit of topics I'll get you even better
I'm getting top from a scholar to keep the meanings clever
Niggas tossing my salad and using green to dress it
I might just write him a ballad, let us see(d) the blessings



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Writer(s): Cartavious Walker
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