Options (feat. Tedy Andreas)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
Cut all my losses, dead em' and toss em', ain't got no other options
Yeah this year I've been plotting
Straight out city, I stay out in Austin
Lead in assists, now I'm feeling like Stockton
Head to the bank, I make deposit
Pull up with shorty, we gonna go shopping
She wants a Birkin, I tell her I'll cop it
I don't check tags, cause that's how I got it
He sent a sub, I told him that's not it
Reach back, one three, and I caught it
I'm like Lil Baby, I've been staying solid
I'm educated, but dropped out of college
Foot on the gas, I run up the mileage
I'm flying private, I dap up the pilot
I'm takin flight while I'm dressed up in fly shit
Live out my closet, I ain't need no stylist
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
Hottest topic, I ain't fallin' off
Tough on the net, but I know they're soft (Soft)
Booking a room in a Cali loft
I ain't beefing with no one, I cut it off
Float on the beat, ain't got time to think
Cold in December, I need a mink (Brr)
Slide on the beat like a hockey rink
And I'm leavin' the studio, now she's trying to link (No)
Dropping a date and we're causing commotion
Feel like Nick Saban, I'm sending the motion
Putting my team on a yacht in the ocean
Heart on my sleeve, It's out in the open
Magazine covers, I feel like I'm chosen
All around player, I feel like Derozan
Walked in the jeweler, I'm comin' out frozen
I'm goin hard, they thought I was joking
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
Uh
Who could it be? (Who could it be right there?)
I got my foot on their neck, my ear to the streets (See me?)
Cracking the seal, see how the Actavis feel
I was power steering, I had the stash in the Acura wheel
Rappers dickriding, saying it's networking and that's how they build (Word?)
Cut her off, now she's hoeing around, I guess that's how she heal
I retired from the hustle, but ended up back in the field
From a G-package, to a G-wagon, I'm a G, refer to me as G-O-D (Yeah)
I could play with keys like I'm Motiff
Kept it real when I ghosted her
I ain't the type to play both sides
I don't put stock in no cosigns
Boxcutter in my coat, man
Shit could get ugly in no time
Rum swinging on the coaster
Cubano smoking by the coastline
Same hustle from the same trouble, mother fuckers
Since the days I sold dimes
I don't need a scale for the substance
I could weigh the numbers up with both eyes
Y'all was clubbing when I sold pies
Hit you buster's with a drone strike
Homie I see through your whole design
Really thuggin', Al Capone type
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
Cut all my losses, dead em' and toss em', ain't got no other options
Yeah this year I've been plotting
Straight out city, I stay out in Austin
Lead in assists, now I'm feeling like Stockton
Head to the bank, I make deposit
Pull up with shorty, we gonna go shopping
She wants a Birkin, I tell her I'll cop it
I don't check tags, cause that's how I got it
He sent a sub, I told him that's not it
Reach back, one three, and I caught it
I'm like Lil Baby, I've been staying solid
I'm educated, but dropped out of college
Foot on the gas, I run up the mileage
I'm flying private, I dap up the pilot
I'm takin flight while I'm dressed up in fly shit
Live out my closet, I ain't need no stylist
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
Hottest topic, I ain't fallin' off
Tough on the net, but I know they're soft (Soft)
Booking a room in a Cali loft
I ain't beefing with no one, I cut it off
Float on the beat, ain't got time to think
Cold in December, I need a mink (Brr)
Slide on the beat like a hockey rink
And I'm leavin' the studio, now she's trying to link (No)
Dropping a date and we're causing commotion
Feel like Nick Saban, I'm sending the motion
Putting my team on a yacht in the ocean
Heart on my sleeve, It's out in the open
Magazine covers, I feel like I'm chosen
All around player, I feel like Derozan
Walked in the jeweler, I'm comin' out frozen
I'm goin hard, they thought I was joking
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
Uh
Who could it be? (Who could it be right there?)
I got my foot on their neck, my ear to the streets (See me?)
Cracking the seal, see how the Actavis feel
I was power steering, I had the stash in the Acura wheel
Rappers dickriding, saying it's networking and that's how they build (Word?)
Cut her off, now she's hoeing around, I guess that's how she heal
I retired from the hustle, but ended up back in the field
From a G-package, to a G-wagon, I'm a G, refer to me as G-O-D (Yeah)
I could play with keys like I'm Motiff
Kept it real when I ghosted her
I ain't the type to play both sides
I don't put stock in no cosigns
Boxcutter in my coat, man
Shit could get ugly in no time
Rum swinging on the coaster
Cubano smoking by the coastline
Same hustle from the same trouble, mother fuckers
Since the days I sold dimes
I don't need a scale for the substance
I could weigh the numbers up with both eyes
Y'all was clubbing when I sold pies
Hit you buster's with a drone strike
Homie I see through your whole design
Really thuggin', Al Capone type
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
(Cut your losses, you're running out of options)
(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
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Writer(s): John Paul Turner
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