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 f*ck 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