Options (feat. Vinny Bands)
Really running laps on niggas Ian flodging
Yuh
Snakes inna grass, grab the chop Ian bothered
Brodie stay with mopstick, worry bout nada
You can't even hang nigga you'n smoke zaza
Yo bitch a get trained fuckin round with my partners
Young lavish life lil bitch we the mobsters
Hit her from right left we ain't even boxing
Had to run it up baby we ain't have no
Options
Imma bag getter babygirl you know who popping
Took her MOA, pink panties for the shopping
Put in her gut got her screaming for the doctors
Damn that pussy wet got me taking off the condom
Hard inna paint, posted on the block, Giannis
Talking on the beat, 12 slide, it's silence
Brodie put eighth in the wood I'm flying
Yeah
I can't tell you where it's at, but I got it
Vinny ain't worried bout shit
I'm riding round with blick waiting on you to slip just to pop it
We back to back with this shit ballin' on em like bad boys
Wonder Prince & I'm Wallace
Niggas be bragging bout' lil cheese
Where I'm from that shit light if it fit in yo pocket
They like Bands what you trippin' for
Cuz I'm off a whole pint nigga Ian even sip it slow
I was jugging with a minute phone
But if you know it how I know it that's the smartest way to get it gone
If you know then you know
You talking like you wanna play with me you gotta show me something
You a hoe if you don't
Don't worry bout what niggas talking bout
It get hard when you feel like you walking on ropes
But you gotta turn up the pressure
And keep that shit pushing my nigga keep walking with hope
None of my brothers gon play about me
When it's up there we loaded up ready for smoke
You got Wonder in here
And Devinci in here
And them killers in here
They protecting the GOAT's
Really running laps on niggas Ian flodging
Yuh
Snakes inna grass, grab the chop Ian bothered
Brodie stay with mopstick, worry bout nada
You can't even hang nigga you'n smoke zaza
Yo bitch a get trained fuckin round with my partners
Young lavish life lil bitch we the mobsters
Hit her from right left we ain't even boxing
Had to run it up baby we ain't have no
Options
Imma bag getter babygirl you know who popping
Took her MOA, pink panties for the shopping
Put in her gut got her screaming for the doctors
Damn that pussy wet got me taking off the condom
Hard inna paint, posted on the block, Giannis
Talking on the beat, 12 slide, it's silence
Brodie put eighth in the wood I'm flying
Loss the love and still won't let it get to me
Running laps I think we got conditioning on em
If I like it, Then I go get it, I want it
And wanted some goldz in my mouth so I bought it
Flexing on these niggas I feel bad for opponents
Mixing up the scene it's like lean and some soda
Play her like a game ion really need controllers
Twitter finger tough really niggas just Trolling
Specially when they hate you but yo name in conversation
Specially when fuckin on they hoes n get me naked
Specially when you only smoke za and it's flavors
Specially when u focused on the gold just like the Lakers
Top 5 baby, I already know you could say it
Cut the bad fruit like a motherfuckin' tapor
Jus on the fact that...
Jus on the fact that...
None of my brothers gon play bout me
McChickens, burgers, hoe can't get a date out me
Stacking this guala these pesos and paper
I'll slide up on u a lil later, yeah
Freaky Lil bitch she gon' shake it, damn
My Brodie tax he like uncle, Sam
And he plugging on P's not no couple a grams
Takeover this summer it's up in the plans
Really running laps on niggas Ian flodging
Yuh
Snakes inna grass, grab the chop Ian bothered
Brodie stay with mopstick - worry bout nada
You can't even hang nigga you'n smoke zaza
Yo bitch a get trained fuckin round with my partners
Young lavish life lil bitch we the mobsters
Hit her from right - left- we ain't boxing
Had to run it up baby we ain't have no ...
Options
Imma bag getter babygirl you know who popping
Took her MOA - pink panties for the shopping
Put in her gut got her screaming for the doctors
Damn that pussy wet got me taking off the condom
Hard inna paint - posted on the block - Giannis
Talking onna beat - 12 slide - It's silence
Brodie put eighth inna wood I'm flying
Yuh
Snakes inna grass, grab the chop Ian bothered
Brodie stay with mopstick, worry bout nada
You can't even hang nigga you'n smoke zaza
Yo bitch a get trained fuckin round with my partners
Young lavish life lil bitch we the mobsters
Hit her from right left we ain't even boxing
Had to run it up baby we ain't have no
Options
Imma bag getter babygirl you know who popping
Took her MOA, pink panties for the shopping
Put in her gut got her screaming for the doctors
Damn that pussy wet got me taking off the condom
Hard inna paint, posted on the block, Giannis
Talking on the beat, 12 slide, it's silence
Brodie put eighth in the wood I'm flying
Yeah
I can't tell you where it's at, but I got it
Vinny ain't worried bout shit
I'm riding round with blick waiting on you to slip just to pop it
We back to back with this shit ballin' on em like bad boys
Wonder Prince & I'm Wallace
Niggas be bragging bout' lil cheese
Where I'm from that shit light if it fit in yo pocket
They like Bands what you trippin' for
Cuz I'm off a whole pint nigga Ian even sip it slow
I was jugging with a minute phone
But if you know it how I know it that's the smartest way to get it gone
If you know then you know
You talking like you wanna play with me you gotta show me something
You a hoe if you don't
Don't worry bout what niggas talking bout
It get hard when you feel like you walking on ropes
But you gotta turn up the pressure
And keep that shit pushing my nigga keep walking with hope
None of my brothers gon play about me
When it's up there we loaded up ready for smoke
You got Wonder in here
And Devinci in here
And them killers in here
They protecting the GOAT's
Really running laps on niggas Ian flodging
Yuh
Snakes inna grass, grab the chop Ian bothered
Brodie stay with mopstick, worry bout nada
You can't even hang nigga you'n smoke zaza
Yo bitch a get trained fuckin round with my partners
Young lavish life lil bitch we the mobsters
Hit her from right left we ain't even boxing
Had to run it up baby we ain't have no
Options
Imma bag getter babygirl you know who popping
Took her MOA, pink panties for the shopping
Put in her gut got her screaming for the doctors
Damn that pussy wet got me taking off the condom
Hard inna paint, posted on the block, Giannis
Talking on the beat, 12 slide, it's silence
Brodie put eighth in the wood I'm flying
Loss the love and still won't let it get to me
Running laps I think we got conditioning on em
If I like it, Then I go get it, I want it
And wanted some goldz in my mouth so I bought it
Flexing on these niggas I feel bad for opponents
Mixing up the scene it's like lean and some soda
Play her like a game ion really need controllers
Twitter finger tough really niggas just Trolling
Specially when they hate you but yo name in conversation
Specially when fuckin on they hoes n get me naked
Specially when you only smoke za and it's flavors
Specially when u focused on the gold just like the Lakers
Top 5 baby, I already know you could say it
Cut the bad fruit like a motherfuckin' tapor
Jus on the fact that...
Jus on the fact that...
None of my brothers gon play bout me
McChickens, burgers, hoe can't get a date out me
Stacking this guala these pesos and paper
I'll slide up on u a lil later, yeah
Freaky Lil bitch she gon' shake it, damn
My Brodie tax he like uncle, Sam
And he plugging on P's not no couple a grams
Takeover this summer it's up in the plans
Really running laps on niggas Ian flodging
Yuh
Snakes inna grass, grab the chop Ian bothered
Brodie stay with mopstick - worry bout nada
You can't even hang nigga you'n smoke zaza
Yo bitch a get trained fuckin round with my partners
Young lavish life lil bitch we the mobsters
Hit her from right - left- we ain't boxing
Had to run it up baby we ain't have no ...
Options
Imma bag getter babygirl you know who popping
Took her MOA - pink panties for the shopping
Put in her gut got her screaming for the doctors
Damn that pussy wet got me taking off the condom
Hard inna paint - posted on the block - Giannis
Talking onna beat - 12 slide - It's silence
Brodie put eighth inna wood I'm flying
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Writer(s): Devin Barksdale
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