Options (feat. BigHomie ET)

Options options options
I walk in with a big bag
See the blue lights I'm do the dash
You know I keep that 45 strap
Cause I got all these racks on me
And I can't trust you rats
I know the hoe you loving
I already had that
Yeah that hoe disgusting

Woke up with some options
Don't know what car to hop in
Like it and I cop it
Opinions they don't matter
They changing like the weather
Don't think that I've forgotten
Know y'all play that game well
But I can play it better
Oh my God I finally got some options
Oh my gosh I got so many options
Oh my God I got to many options
Oh my God just look at all these options

So many clothes don't know what I'm wearing
So many hoes don't know who I'm texting
All this ice you know I'm flexing
Coming up next ain't no guessing
Fucking up the game and now they stressing
Finally at the the top got to count my blessings
Lot a niggas died they learn they lesson
Never give the feds a damn confession
Use to say my shit was weak
But now you want a piece
It don't make no sense to me
Need to practice what you preach
Expose you as a leech
That's a lesson I will teach
When I'm on them pills
Thats when I feel at peace

Oh my God I finally got some options
Oh my gosh I got so many options
Oh my God I got to many options
Oh my God just look at all these options
Woke up with some options
Don't know what car to hop in
Like it & I cop it
Opinions they don't matter
They changing like the weather
Don't think that I've forgotten
Know y'all play that game well
But I can play it better

All these options but I came from the projects
Kicking shit with Jordan feel like I'm Rodman
No lacking you got to stay locked in
They don't like me but they keep on watching
And I flopping drop a hit now they flocking
Free Jaylen he got a degree in robbing
Keep them in rotation cause you know them hoes be flodging
I been losing patience lately I been feeling heartless
So baby don't change on me
If you lose put the blame on me
In the booth with the thing on me
Most nights I don't get much sleep
Unless I sip codeine take xans three times a week
They play me on repeat I guess my talk ain't cheap
No time to chill at the crip I got to make a new flip
Every new city I hit I get a new bitch on my tip
We do not fuck with you simps perc got me high like a blimp
Girl your last nigga was lame that's a diary of a wimp

Oh my God I finally got some options
Oh my gosh I got so many options
Oh my God I got to many options
Oh my God just look at all these options
Oh my God I finally got some options
Oh my gosh I got so many options
Oh my God I got to many options
Oh my God just look at all these options



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Fells
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