Options
Geeked up out my mind, you could tell by my eyes
He ain't got no bread, got no money, no surprise
Look, Rick Owens coat, just to sit in my closet
What you talking bout, ho, I got options-s
Why you go up in the Prada store if you ain't gon' buy nothing
New Trackhawk, you can't see in cause the window tint'
I got sticks, ARPs like the government
Know he try to play with me, I get my dog to send a blitz
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I told that lil ho, like, come over here, just for the fun of it
I spent 15 hundred thousand just to make it quick
You don't make no bread and got no jawns then you should call it quits
She said that she want to see my face, I got in front of it
I just made way too much, yeah, i'm way too rich
100k, stuffed the bag, yeah, full of it
Always got cash
I can't tell her sorry, real rap
Drank got me on zombie, ha ha
She tryn' pop molly, uh uh
Crashed the whip, sorry, yeah
I can't switch like, I got too much pape, yeah
Flex my wrist like, yeah, ice on always, yeah
Flew the ho, yeah, cause she out of state, huh
B- b- blew my wrist out, yeah, when I shot that drac'
Geeked up out my mind, you could tell by my eyes
He ain't got no bread, got no money, no surprise
Look, Rick Owens coat, just to sit in my closet
What you talking bout, ho, I got options-s
He ain't got no bread, got no money, no surprise
Look, Rick Owens coat, just to sit in my closet
What you talking bout, ho, I got options-s
Why you go up in the Prada store if you ain't gon' buy nothing
New Trackhawk, you can't see in cause the window tint'
I got sticks, ARPs like the government
Know he try to play with me, I get my dog to send a blitz
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I told that lil ho, like, come over here, just for the fun of it
I spent 15 hundred thousand just to make it quick
You don't make no bread and got no jawns then you should call it quits
She said that she want to see my face, I got in front of it
I just made way too much, yeah, i'm way too rich
100k, stuffed the bag, yeah, full of it
Always got cash
I can't tell her sorry, real rap
Drank got me on zombie, ha ha
She tryn' pop molly, uh uh
Crashed the whip, sorry, yeah
I can't switch like, I got too much pape, yeah
Flex my wrist like, yeah, ice on always, yeah
Flew the ho, yeah, cause she out of state, huh
B- b- blew my wrist out, yeah, when I shot that drac'
Geeked up out my mind, you could tell by my eyes
He ain't got no bread, got no money, no surprise
Look, Rick Owens coat, just to sit in my closet
What you talking bout, ho, I got options-s
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Writer(s): Marcellus R
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