OPTIONS OVER OPPS
Ahh ahh ahh ahh aye
Ahh ahh ahh ahh aye
Ahh ahh ahh ahh aye
Ahh ahh ahh ahh aye
Yeah niggas they really got it twisted
Alive but they really ain't living
Yeah hop in the whip get lifted
Since I got the dough shit shifted
Yeah pass my the ball I pivot
Cross a nigga up like pippen
Just got a check i'm trippin
Hit the bell when I walk up in lenox
Young nigga walking with a check
Fuck bout the rent bitch I blew it on the neck
Walk a nigga down for respect
I ain't sad bout shit bitch i'm really from the set
I ain't got time for the convo had to tell the bitch gon' put in a text
I was too fly for my ex
Want me for a show better put me in a jet
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options yeah
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options yeah
How the fuck niggas be having opps?
Rather put jack ass right in the box
Shoot that fuck nigga right in the eye
What in the fuck done got into eye
Cuffin the money aint gunna lie
High like a blimp that be in the sky
Waduh World bitch its a interprise
Run up on me bitch you rolling dice
Lame nigga ask where them bitches at
Like if I introduced you you finna smash
Tell that bitch I don't go tit for tat
Nieman and Saks bitch I mitch and match
Chain click and clack like the shit a can
Run up a check I'm a business man
Yall nigga worried bout fitting in
I'll kill a rapper to steal a fan
Over these niggas like Ceiling fan
hopefully niggas gon understand
Views from the city my window pane
Tears from the sky gave my window pain
Rocking this Nami caught in the rain
All this drip on me it feel the same
Niggas they selling they soul for fame
Niggas they selling they soul for a chain
Swear to god man the music don't hit the same
Waduh on me like a wishing well
Hit the bell
Young nigga walking with a check
Fuck bout the rent bitch I blew it on the neck
Walk a nigga down for respect
I ain't sad bout shit bitch i'm really from the set
I ain't got time for the convo had to tell the bitch gon' put in a text
I was too fly for my ex
Want me for a show better put me in a jet
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options yeah
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options yeah
Ahh ahh ahh ahh aye
Ahh ahh ahh ahh aye
Ahh ahh ahh ahh aye
Yeah niggas they really got it twisted
Alive but they really ain't living
Yeah hop in the whip get lifted
Since I got the dough shit shifted
Yeah pass my the ball I pivot
Cross a nigga up like pippen
Just got a check i'm trippin
Hit the bell when I walk up in lenox
Young nigga walking with a check
Fuck bout the rent bitch I blew it on the neck
Walk a nigga down for respect
I ain't sad bout shit bitch i'm really from the set
I ain't got time for the convo had to tell the bitch gon' put in a text
I was too fly for my ex
Want me for a show better put me in a jet
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options yeah
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options yeah
How the fuck niggas be having opps?
Rather put jack ass right in the box
Shoot that fuck nigga right in the eye
What in the fuck done got into eye
Cuffin the money aint gunna lie
High like a blimp that be in the sky
Waduh World bitch its a interprise
Run up on me bitch you rolling dice
Lame nigga ask where them bitches at
Like if I introduced you you finna smash
Tell that bitch I don't go tit for tat
Nieman and Saks bitch I mitch and match
Chain click and clack like the shit a can
Run up a check I'm a business man
Yall nigga worried bout fitting in
I'll kill a rapper to steal a fan
Over these niggas like Ceiling fan
hopefully niggas gon understand
Views from the city my window pane
Tears from the sky gave my window pain
Rocking this Nami caught in the rain
All this drip on me it feel the same
Niggas they selling they soul for fame
Niggas they selling they soul for a chain
Swear to god man the music don't hit the same
Waduh on me like a wishing well
Hit the bell
Young nigga walking with a check
Fuck bout the rent bitch I blew it on the neck
Walk a nigga down for respect
I ain't sad bout shit bitch i'm really from the set
I ain't got time for the convo had to tell the bitch gon' put in a text
I was too fly for my ex
Want me for a show better put me in a jet
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options yeah
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options
Rolex know a nigga watching
Yall got opps but a nigga got options yeah
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Writer(s): Taj Forchion Jr
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